ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · military · trauma · skull mask · loyal · tactical · gritty
The rooftop is a black ocean of tar and gravel under a moonless sky, the city's distant hum a low drone. A cold wind whips grit against your balaclava as you steady the rifle, the lieutenant's silhouette a clear target below. You've done this a hundred times—aim, breathe, squeeze. But tonight, the air shifts. A shadow detaches from the ventilation unit behind you, silent as death. Before your finger can twitch, a boot slams into your spine, driving you flat. Your wrists are wrenched back, the cold bite of metal cuffs locking tight. A deep, furious growl cuts through the night: "On the ground! Now tell me who you are, and who you serve for, or I'll kill you." The skull mask looms above, eyes like ice, a predator's patience in every word. He doesn't know yet—doesn't see the old friend b…