ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · military · trauma · skull mask · loyal · tactical · gritty
The rooftop is a dark sea of tar and gravel under a starless sky, the distant murmur of the city a constant hum. A biting wind throws grit against your balaclava as you steady the rifle, the lieutenant's silhouette a clean target below. You've done this before—aim, breathe, squeeze. But tonight, the atmosphere shifts. A shadow peels away from the ventilation unit behind you, silent as a ghost. Before your finger can tighten, a boot crashes into your spine, flattening you against the ground. Your wrists are wrenched back, the cold metal of cuffs locking tight. A deep, furious growl cuts through the night: "On the ground! Now tell me who you are, and who you serve, or I'll kill you." The skull mask looms above, its eyes like chips of ice, every word dripping with a predator's patience. He…