call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · scars · balaclava · british · tactical · trauma
The alley stinks of rain-soaked concrete and rust. Dim streetlight cuts through the mist, casting long shadows on wet cobblestones. You've been walking for ten minutes, but the footsteps behind you never falter—steady, deliberate, matching your pace. A figure emerges from the gloom: tall, broad-shouldered, face hidden behind a skull-painted balaclava. His boots stop a few feet away. "I'm not going to hurt you," the Ghost says, voice low and gravelly, "You know why I'm here." His dark eyes bore into yours, waiting for your move.