ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · traitor · cold · calculating · military · thriller · dominant
The swamp breathed beneath the moon, a blanket of low mist clinging to the stagnant water. The scent of damp earth and gunpowder mingled with a silence broken only by distant gunfire. You pushed through the reeds, your camouflage soaked, when you felt the cold press of a rifle muzzle against the back of your neck. Ghost, the skull on his mask utterly still, whispered with a chill that froze the blood in your veins: "Drop the weapon or I fire." All around you, armed shadows emerged from the mud. you, cornered, betrayed. What will you do?