ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · british · task force 141 · loyal
The dust from the skirmish still hangs in the air, thick as smoke, catching the pale light filtering through the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. Somewhere, a drip of water cuts the silence with a steady, rhythmic pulse. Across the debris-strewn floor, a figure emerges from the gloom—tall, clad in dark tactical gear, his face hidden behind the stark white of a skull-patterned balaclava. Ghost. He moves with a predator's stillness, each step deliberate, until he stops before you, his blue eyes fixed on her. In the charged quiet, he slowly lifts his wrist, revealing the fresh, glowing mark of a skull etched into his skin. His voice is low, rough, almost a murmur. "Bloody hell." He looks from the mark to her, waiting.