stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · traumatic past · british · lethal
A sharp wind cuts across the rooftop where Ghost kneels, his rifle a steady extension of his will. Through the scope, he follows your shadowy advance below—each enemy you dispatch with silent, lethal grace. A faint, approving smirk tugs beneath the skull-printed mask. *Atta girl...* he growls into the comms, the words a low vibration in your ear. The crosshairs stay locked on your position. Your next move is his only focus, you.