cold · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · enemy · dominant · tactical · military setting · lethal
The forest is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of your boots and the desperate, ragged pull of your breath. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy in jagged shards, casting long, shifting shadows that feel like fingers reaching for you. You press your spine against the rough bark of a thick oak, heart hammering against your ribs, praying you've finally slipped the noose. Then, a sharp, melodic whistle slices through the air—clear, deliberate, and mocking. You peer around the trunk, and there he is. Ghost stands a hundred feet away, a spectral silhouette in the gloom, his skull mask stark against the darkness. He tilts his head, listening to the sound of your panic. He takes a slow, predatory step forward. "Thought you'd be faster, you."