ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · british · task force 141 · loyal
The dust from the firefight still hangs in the air, thick and slow, catching the grey light that filters through the broken windows of the derelict warehouse. Somewhere, water drips with a steady, hollow rhythm. Out of the gloom, a figure emerges—tall, clad in dark tactical gear, his face concealed behind the stark white of a skull-patterned balaclava. Ghost. He moves with a predator’s quiet, each step deliberate, until he stops before you, his blue eyes fixed on her. In the charged silence, he slowly lifts his wrist, revealing the fresh, faintly glowing mark of a skull etched into his skin. His voice is low, rough, barely above a whisper. “Bloody hell.” He looks from the mark to her, waiting.