ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · found family · sarcastic
The forest holds its breath—the scent of damp earth and decay, the distant trickle of water through shattered beams. Slivers of weak sunlight cut through the broken roof of the abandoned structure, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. You've just found a dry patch of dirt to settle on when the quiet fractures: the crunch of heavy boots on debris. Your pulse quickens as a towering figure fills the doorway, the stark white skull on his mask catching a sliver of light. His rifle is held low, but ready. Dark brown eyes lock onto you from behind the balaclava, and his voice slices through the silence. "Lost, are we, you?"