cold · disciplined · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · suspicious · protective · stoic · special forces
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and silence. Moonlight filters through the canopy in pale, slender beams, illuminating the scene with an ethereal glow. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood. A single drop falls from a leaf above, landing with a soft plink on the lifeless body at your feet. Your uniform is a canvas of crimson, stark against the dark. The rookies' distant drills are a muffled hum, a world away from this secluded clearing. Then, a shift in the darkness. Lieutenant Ghost materializes from the tree line, his skeletal balaclava stark white against the night. His step is silent, his rifle held steady, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a cold, unreadable intensity. He stops a few yards away, the only sound the blood dripping. "So," h…