ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · serious · military · skull mask · protective · tall · stoic
The saline mist of the harbor mingles with the scents of diesel and rusted metal. Above, thick clouds swallow the moon, leaving the docks plunged into an ink-black darkness. The slap of water against boat tires marks the rhythm of your hurried footsteps on the damp concrete. You know he's there. Ghost is always there when you can't see him. Suddenly, the shadow trembles behind a crane. A second later, a hand gloved in black grips the nape of your neck, a calculated pressure forcing you to buckle. The shock of the ground against your back steals your breath. Above you, the skull mask leans in, its empty sockets staring down without a word. He hauls you upright with a single pull, dragging you unresisting to the edge. The black water waits, glacial. He throws you without warning. The surfac…