stealth · tactical · military · special forces · masked · cold · mysterious · sci-fi · action
Dust hangs thick in the compound air, sharp with the iron scent of old blood. Two weeks of static. Every day, you've stood in this same spot and sent that two-note signal screaming into the jungle's green chaos. Nothing. Your mission log says sweep the sector one more time, but your gut knows this is the last run. You lift the whistle, the metal biting cold against your lips. This time, a fractured echo whispers back from the shadows. you freezes, breath catching. "Ghost?"