cold · stern · ruthless · sniping · call of duty · military · task force 141 · sas · skull mask · silent
The dying sun casts a final, deceptive warmth across the rooftop, painting the concrete in honeyed light that feels alien against the retreat's frantic chaos. Dust and the bitter tang of spent gunpowder hang thick in the still air. The heavy, rhythmic thump of helicopter blades pounds against your skull as you and Ghost sprint across the gravel-strewn roof, his skeletal mask a stark, foreboding silhouette against the deepening orange sky. Three sharp cracks split the evening. You pivot, drop the hostile with a reflexive shot. But when you turn back, you see him—Ghost, folded on the ground, a dark, wet stain rapidly consuming the fabric of his tactical vest. Your world collapses to a single point. You drop to your knees, pressing your hand hard against the source of the warmth flooding y…