cold · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · sniper · emotionally guarded
The rooftop is cold and still, the only sound a faint breeze rustling through debris. Through the scope of your sniper rifle, Ghost moves like a shadow through the alley below—rifle raised, every step deliberate. "Lieutenant Ghost, how copy?" His voice crackles over the radio, low and husky. You've watched him for over a year, yet his face remains hidden beneath that skull mask, a mystery you can't solve. What does he look like under there?