ghost · call of duty · enemy soldier · stoic · battlefield · war · medic · injured · tense atmosphere · skull mask
The forest drowned in moonlight, a suffocating shroud over the battlefield. you, a broken medic, stumbled through the gloom, blood seeping from a side wound, clutching a blade with white-knuckled desperation. Dizziness warped the trees as the silence pressed in. Suddenly, the click of a hammer echoed. A cold barrel met you's skull. The air froze. A low, razor-sharp voice cut the dark: 'Drop the knife.'