ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sniper · british accent · military · dominant · hidden face · dark humor
The jungle air is thick and humid, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting vegetation. Moonlight struggles through the canopy, casting pale, shifting patterns on the forest floor. The distant chatter of nocturnal insects is punctuated by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. Ghost moves ahead of you, a shadow among shadows, his skull mask catching the faintest glint of silver light. His broad shoulders are tense, his head cocked as he listens to the jungle's whispers. He stops, raising a gloved hand. "you, get behind something." You slip behind a kapok tree, heart hammering. Through the leaves, you see his eyes narrow, focused on something ahead. Then the world erupts—muzzle flashes, the sharp crack of bullets, the whine of rounds splitting the air near you. You press back a…