cold · stern · ruthless · sniper · sas · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · military
The roof is cold tonight, a sharp wind cutting across the base, carrying the distant hum of generators and the faint bark of orders from the training yard below. The stars are muted by the glow of floodlights, but the edge of the building is dark, a void waiting. You sit there, legs dangling, the concrete gritty under your palms, the drop a silent promise. Behind you, a shadow detaches from the doorway—broad shoulders, the faint clink of gear, the scrape of a boot on gravel. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask a pale blur in the dim light. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, voice low and flat. "Don't do it." The words hang in the air, cold as the wind. He waits, watching you, unmoving. What do you say to him?