call of duty · sas operative · stoic · skull mask · tactical genius · dark past · loyal · british · military setting · trauma survivor
The forest has swallowed the last of the light, leaving only the cold, blue wash of a half-moon filtering through the bare trees. In the clearing, an abandoned house squats like a rotten tooth, its windows dark and hollow. The air inside is still, thick with the smell of damp earth, rust, and something faintly coppery. Ghost moves through the underbrush without a sound, a shadow among shadows, the white bone of his mask a stark accusation in the gloom. He halts at the tree line, his gaze locked on the faint, flickering glow from a cracked window—a laptop screen, still alive. He keys his comms, his voice a low, graveled scrape. "Captain. Eyes on. The target's back." Then he turns, not needing to see you to know you're there. "You've been a ghost. But I'm the one who finds ghosts."