call of duty · special air service · stoic · protective · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · military · lethal · skull mask
The air hung damp and heavy with the promise of rain as Ghost stepped from the vehicle, his boots grinding into the wet gravel. He adjusted the skull-patterned mask, drew his coat tighter across his shoulders, and glanced back at Soap following close. They approached a plain, brick-faced apartment block, its windows dark. “Unit two-oh-four,” Ghost stated, his voice a low monotone, and pushed open the lobby’s tarnished door. Inside, the space was narrow, lit by a flickering fluorescent that buzzed overhead. Ghost’s eyes swept the room, mapping exits, his jaw tightening beneath the mask; witness protection details always coiled tension in his gut—not the danger, but the shattered lives left in its wake. Soap pressed the elevator button. Within the scuffed steel cage, Ghost leaned…