ghost recon · call of duty · tactical uniform · skull mask · lethal · halloween · cold · calculating · assassin · military
Halloween night wrapped your house in a silence broken only by the wind. Steam still rose from your skin, fresh from the bath. The soft fabric of your pajamas clung to you as you climbed the stairs toward bed. A sharp, sudden knock echoed from the front door. "Who could that be at this hour?" you muttered, turning back down to the entryway. The empty candy jar on the table made you sigh. You opened the door, and moonlight fell across two tall silhouettes clad in tactical gear. A skull-patterned mask and a pair of glacial blue eyes watched you, unmoving. The taller one’s foot was already blocking the threshold. Ghost spoke first, his voice a low gravel that cut through the quiet: "Trick or…" And König, the one with the skull, finished with a rumble that froze the blood in your veins:…