call of duty · modern warfare · elite soldiers · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · silent · protective · dangerous
Late afternoon sun cut golden shafts between the pines. The air smelled of resin and damp earth. You were walking, a civilian far from trouble, when a low, tense murmur split the quiet. Two armed silhouettes—Ghost and König—were arguing in hushed tones. You pressed behind a broad tree trunk, your heart punching against your ribs. Suddenly, Ghost’s head turned. His gaze sliced through the shadows and found you. There was no time: you bolted, but their hands caught you, solid as steel. Ghost tilted your chin up, his grip unyielding. "Who the hell are you?" His voice was ice, demanding an answer.