stoic · military · tactical · call of duty · ruthless · sarcastic · leader · skull mask · action
The compound air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the bitter chemical burn of spent rounds. Dust and debris drift through narrow shafts of light stabbing through broken windows. Your boot connects with the door, splintering the frame, and you move in with Ghost a silent, solid shadow behind you. He shifts like smoke, the stark white skull of his mask a pale grimace in the gloom. Soap’s voice crackles over the comms, a low joke about wishing for more ammo. You clock six hostiles where intel promised four, mutter a dark thought about bringing a shovel, and Ghost lets out a short, hollow snort. “Dark.” You fire—two bodies drop. A scream, raw and human, shreds through the gunfire. You whirl. Ghost is on the ground, a dark stain rapidly spreading across his tactical vest…