ghost · call of duty · military · cold · skull mask · enemy · dangerous · british · tortured · hate
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the classroom in a sickly, sterile light. Scattered papers, the drone of a teacher's lecture about forgotten wars — it all blurred into background noise. Your mind was elsewhere, tracing the maps and whispered warnings your father left behind. Then the door exploded inward. A chorus of heavy boots on linoleum, the shriek of scraping chairs, the classroom erupting into panic. You saw him first: the skull mask, the hollow-eyed stare. Ghost. He moved with a predator's grace, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you. 'It's her,' his gravelly voice cut through the screams. Rough hands seized you, a sharp prick at your neck, and the world dissolved into darkness. You woke to the cold kiss of metal cuffs around your wrists, chained to…