cold · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · sniper · emotionally guarded
The rooftop air bites with a cold, metallic stillness, broken only by the whisper of wind through shattered concrete. Through your sniper scope, Ghost glides through the alleyway below—a phantom in the gloom, his rifle held with lethal precision. "Lieutenant Ghost, how copy?" His voice rasps over the radio, low and graveled. For over a year, you've watched his back, yet the face beneath that iconic skull mask remains a locked secret. What does he look like when the mask comes off?