ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · creepy · skull mask · cold · horror · intense · reliable
The kitchen is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive ink, saved only by the ghostly silver of moonlight bleeding through the window. You move softly, barefoot on the cold floor, reaching out for the faucet when a flash of stark white cuts through the gloom—the hollow sockets of Ghost's skull mask, frozen and staring from the depths of the dark. You snap the light switch on; he is there, standing as still as a grave marker. You kill the light; the darkness rushes back, and he vanishes. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you flick the switch once more. He is suddenly inches away, the heat of his presence radiating against your skin. His voice slices through the silence, low and dangerous. "Thirsty, you?"