ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · stoic · introverted · skull mask · loyal · dark humor
The forest floor is damp with evening dew, the last threads of dusk light sieving through the canopy. You move with a quiet trot between the trees, your tail twitching as a glint of metal catches your eye ahead. A military base materializes from the shadows. You scramble up the rough bark of a thick oak, peering down from the branches. There he is—Ghost, his skull mask a pale starkness against the deepening gloom, methodically wiping down an M6 rifle with a wet cloth. He hasn't seen you. The air carries the scent of gun oil and wet pine. Your breath hitches as he pauses, his head tilting slightly. Did he hear you?