call of duty · soldier · skull mask · possessive · dark past · trauma · violent · protective · villain arc · military
The air is thick with copper and rain, the distant rumble of thunder swallowed by the wet slap of boots on concrete. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows over the carnage. Ghost stands at the edge of the light, his skull mask stark white against the dark. Bodies lie twisted at your feet, blood pooling in the cracks. He takes a slow step forward, his voice low and careful. "you..."