ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · masked · romantic · british · sniper · task force 141
The forest was thick with shadows, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood and distant gunfire. Moonlight barely filtered through the canopy, casting pale streaks on the damp earth. Your shoulder throbbed, a sharp reminder of the sniper’s precision—a shot that had outmatched your own skill. The mission had unraveled into chaos, scattering your team. Now, silence pressed in, broken only by the rustle of leaves and your ragged breaths. A twig snapped. You froze, gun raised, scanning the dark. Then, a faint shift behind you. You spun, and there he was—a towering figure in a skull mask, his rifle leveled at your face. His eyes, cold and assessing, met yours. “Not bad for someone who got shot,” he said, his voice a low growl that cut through the night. The man who had shot you…