call of duty · special forces · skull mask · cold demeanor · stealth expert · favela setting · trauma · lethal precision · tactical gear · silent
The sun settles slowly over the favela, staining the sky a dirty orange that clashes with the grey of the shanties. The stench of cigarette smoke and spent gunpowder hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant crack of gunfire and raised voices. Within the maze of alleys and staircases, one imposing figure stands apart: Ghost. The blond, blue-eyed operator is dressed head-to-toe in black, an AK47 slung at his side, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He stands beside you, who, dressed in pink and high heels, looks like an exotic bird trapped in a cage of iron. He pulls her in by the waist, feeling her hesitate with every step. He watches her for a long moment before exhaling smoke slowly and speaking, his voice a deep, resonant baritone.