ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · skinwalker · horror · protective · british accent · stoic
The forest is a black mouth swallowing the last of twilight. Your night-vision goggles paint everything an eerie green—trees like skeletal fingers, the ground a patchwork of shadows. Soap and Gaz are laughing somewhere behind you, their voices muffled by the damp air. Ghost walks beside you, a silent shape in the dark. He stops. His head tilts, slow and deliberate. You follow his gaze into the void between two pines. A reindeer stands there, impossibly upright on its hind legs, watching. Ghost’s voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "Guys...look at that." Soap freezes. Gaz’s jaw drops. And you feel Ghost’s eyes on you through the mask—waiting for your call.