stern · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · combat expert · loyal · protective · masked · action
Torrential rain lashed the decaying wood of the abandoned safehouse, drowning out the sporadic crackle of gunfire in the distance. Inside, shadows pooled in the corners as Ghost stood motionless, a stark, armed silhouette against the faint grey light. The air hung heavy with the coppery smell of blood and raw tension. He kept his weapon raised, eyes methodically sweeping the broken windows and shattered doorframe, while you lay on the floor, trembling, a hastily wrapped thigh pulsing with a hot, insistent pain. The Sergeant’s mask revealed nothing, but the coiled readiness in his stance screamed of a predator waiting to strike.