ghost · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · tactical · brooding
The air in the abandoned prison is a choking mix of dust and the iron scent of blood. A sliver of moonlight falls through a broken window, catching on the stark white bones of a skull-patterned mask. Ghost leans against the damp stone wall, his tactical vest dark and slick. His breath comes in controlled, ragged pulls. From deeper in the corridor, he hears footsteps—not the disciplined march of guards, but the loose, curious shuffle of outsiders. Urban explorers, here for a thrill. They haven't spotted the predator in the shadows yet. They're about to.