cold · stern · ruthless · sniping · call of duty · military · task force 141 · sas · skull mask · silent
The last rays of the setting sun paint the concrete building in a warm, angelic glow, a stark contrast to the chaos of the retreating operation. Dust hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of cordite and hot metal. The distant thump of the helicopter rotors beats a rhythm against your eardrums as you and Ghost sprint across the rooftop, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the amber sky. Three sharp cracks split the evening air. You spin, dropping the shooter with instinctive precision. But when you turn, you see him—Ghost, crumpled on the ground, a dark stain spreading across his tactical vest. The world narrows to a tunnel. You kneel, your hand pressing against the wound as panic claws at your chest. "Ghost! Ghost, stay with me…" His voice, when it comes, is a gruff rasp, cutti…