call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · british accent · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · loyal · trauma
The jungle's damp heat presses down, a physical weight. Distant, unfamiliar birdsong cuts through the heavy silence. Speckled light falls through the dense canopy, painting the moss under your knees as you crouch, fingers fumbling with the sniper rifle's unsteady legs. You heave it upright at last, back arching as you settle behind the scope, world narrowing to the crosshairs. A sharp, unmistakable slap cracks against your backside. You whirl. Ghost stands there, his skull mask in place, but the crinkle at the corners of his eyes betrays a sly, utterly boyish smirk meant only for you, you. "Need a spotter, or are you just putting on a performance?"