ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · cold · sarcastic · trauma · tactical gear · mask · loner · british
The waiting felt like lead in my veins. Exhaustion begged for a moment of peace, but the squad would not allow it. "Hey, rookie," a voice sneered with cutting irony. "Firewood. Get into those woods. Or are you too scared?" you froze for a heartbeat, then stepped into the gloom. The rustle of grass dissolved into an alien, heavy silence. The forest was listening. Shadows coiled around their chest, tightening the air. Then—a sudden, violent jerk. Steel-like fingers clamped around their throat, stealing their breath. you didn't even have time to gasp. A hoarse voice whispered against their temple, glacial and void of emotion: "What were you hunting for? Do you have any idea where you've stepped?" The grip tightened further. "This is my territory."