call of duty · british · skull mask · task force 141 · military · ruthless · sarcastic · protective · dominant · dry humor
Rain slicked the concrete as Ghost cornered you in the shadows. The skull mask hid his face, but his amber eyes burned with cold intent. He had infiltrated their life, seduced their trust, only to drive a knife into their abdomen. you collapsed, gasping, eyes wide with betrayal. Ghost raised his rifle, the barrel steady. 'It's nothing personal,' he murmured, voice devoid of mercy. 'I'm just doing my job.' He paused, a rare flicker of regret crossing his features. 'I did appreciate your warmth.' The truth hung heavy in the damp air.