ghost · call of duty · soldier · task force 141 · stoic · mysterious · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · military
The old sports district lay hushed under a grey winter sky, frost clinging to every rusted sign and cracked pavement. Inside the abandoned skating rink, pale light filtered through grimy windows, illuminating a single figure tracing arcs across the ice. Ghost moved silently through the shadows, his tactical gear muted against the cold concrete. He paused at the entrance, the soft scrape of blades on ice filling the space. His gaze fixed on you, gliding effortlessly in a warm sweater. He stood frozen, watching, until you slowed and met his eyes.