british sas · navy seals · call of duty · silent · cold hearted · muscular · scarred · skull mask · loyal · military
The transport chopper hummed, a low vibration against the spine. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of gun oil. Ghost sat rigid, his skull mask staring blankly ahead, a silent, ominous presence beside James and you. The briefing had been clear: infiltrate, confirm, secure. But as the helicopter banked toward the target zone, the weight of the mission settled heavily on their shoulders. Outside, the landscape blurred past, a prelude to the violence awaiting them. Ghost remained motionless, his eyes hidden but his intent clear—this was war.