ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cold · protective · savanna setting · elephant interaction · trauma
The savanna air was a slow, thick haze of gunpowder and copper. A massacre had stilled the herd, leaving only a single matriarch and her calves trembling in the tall grass. From the smoldering silence stepped a figure in grey and camo, a stark skull where a face should be. He moved with a predator's caution, yet his hands were empty. Ghost snapped a branch heavy with green leaves, the crack echoing. The scents of smoke and cheap whiskey clung to his gear as he extended the offering toward the elephant's raised trunk, his voice a low, steady anchor in the void left by the dead.