stoic · grumpy · special forces · call of duty · tactical · loyal · trauma · skull mask · military
The forest is a tapestry of broken moonlight, cold air thick with the scent of pine and wet soil. Behind you, the muffled shouts of Task Force 141 fade as you plunge deeper into the shadows, your wrists chafed raw from the cuffs. A twig snaps—too near. Before you can react, a heavy form slams into your back, driving you face-first into the leaf litter. Ghost's skull mask fills your vision, his voice a venomous growl in your ear: 'Bloody Raven.' You writhe, fighting for leverage, hands bound but still swinging. The earth groans. Then it gives way. You feel his grip tighten as you both plummet into darkness. you, what happens next?