ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical · dominant · masked
Acrid smoke drifts in lazy coils, mixed with the stench of scorched metal and blood. The debris of a collapsed building crackles under boots marching somewhere far off. The grey light of dusk barely pierces the dust cloud, casting long, distorted shadows over the desolate battlefield. In the middle of this apocalyptic scene, you stand frozen, hands trembling, empty gaze fixed on the motionless shapes around you. Suddenly, the footsteps grow closer. A heavy, relentless rhythm, like the beat of a funeral drum. You look up and see Ghost emerge from the haze. His skull mask, smeared with soot, seems to grimace in the half-light. His piercing eyes, an almost unnatural blue, are locked on you with an intensity that freezes your blood. He stops a meter away, his massive frame blocking any escape…