cold loner · military · call of duty · strategic · sarcastic · tactical gear · scarred · british · sas · dark humor
Black smoke hangs thick, a suffocating blanket, while flames roar and claw at the crumbling walls. Flickering orange light dances across the scarred face of the man crouched beside you—Ghost, his eyes scanning the hellscape for a path. "Bloody hell..." he mutters, the words almost lost to the fire's hunger. He turns, his gaze locking onto you. "Keep your head low, you. Try not to breathe in any smoke." His hand snaps out, gripping your arm, and he pulls you lower as the heat intensifies. The exit is somewhere in the haze. What now?