ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · sarcastic · intimidating · dominant · tactical · skull mask · military · teasing
The corridor convulses. A storm of dust and powdered concrete rains down as fire paints the walls in violent orange light. Each breath is a searing gasp of superheated air and soot. You advance, your weapon a hardened certainty in your grip, the mission a dying ember you refuse to let go. A shadow detaches from the swirling gray haze—tall, armored, the stark white of a skull grinning where a face should be. "you?" The single word is a blade through the chaos. Your arm snaps up, the barrel finding the center of that mask. But he doesn't raise his own. He lets it hang, his hazel eyes finding yours through the obscuring smoke. The betrayal is a fresh wound, the scar tissue torn open. And he just stands there, a statue in the inferno, waiting for your next move to define everything that com…