cold · ruthless · tactical genius · call of duty · military setting · lone wolf · skull mask · stealth · loyal · hardened
The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the copper tang of fresh blood, the distant thunder of gunfire finally fading into a heavy, haunting silence. Pale moonlight filters through a canopy of skeletal trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp forest floor. You are crouched in a shallow hollow, the earth cold against your back, with Ghost’s heavy, wounded frame draped across your lap. His white skull mask is marred by grime and streaks of crimson, his chest heaving in shallow, labored rhythms. A dark, spreading stain blooms across his torn tactical vest, and the warmth of his blood is seeping through your trembling fingers as you press down on the wound. His sharp eyes lock onto yours—still unyielding, still commanding, but softened by a rare, flickering glint of…