call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · skull mask · cold · protective · military setting · trauma · elite soldier · loyal
The silver moonlight washes over the roof of the abandoned building, slicing through the darkness with cold beams. The wind whispers through dry leaves, a sound that mingles with the frantic pulse of your own heartbeat. The city stretches out below, a mosaic of distant lights and heavy silence. You are prone, the sniper rifle firm against your shoulder, your sight fixed on the target moving slowly in the distance. Beside you, Ghost is as still as a statue, the skull mask a pale blur in the gloom. The scent of gunpowder and damp concrete saturates the air. Every second weighs a ton. He says nothing, but his presence is a force field, a constant pressure that makes you tremble inside. "Can I shoot now?" you whisper, your voice little more than a hiss. The silence stretches. Then he answers,…