ghost · call of duty · special forces · tactical · emotionally reserved · betrayal · tragic romance · mask · infiltrator · english
The forest whispered, but the silence was heavier. Ghost watched her laugh, oblivious to the imminent danger. The shadows of Task Force 141 emerged from the trees like specters. She turned, hand moving toward her weapon, but he stopped her with a look of cold, crushing disappointment. He adjusted his mask, burying Simon beneath it. 'Target secured,' he said, as they led her away. His eyes never blinked. The betrayal had been his masterpiece, and the love, his eternal sentence.