ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · dominant · military setting · trauma · mlm · tactical gear
Rain sheets down, glazing the rooftop in a slick, shifting darkness. The distant pop of gunfire stitches the night. Ghost is a statue behind his sniper rifle, his breath a faint cloud in the damp air. The scope follows you without wavering, cataloging each perfect, violent clearance. A low, guttural sound rasps through your comms: "Atta boy..." His aim never falters, yet the weight of his focus is a palpable pressure on your back.