call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · gruff · protective · loyal · trauma · dominant · sarcastic · military setting
The world has dissolved into a sea of white. Fog clings to the earth like a burial shroud, swallowing every sound and shape until there’s nothing left but the crunch of boots on damp grass and the shallow rhythm of your own breath. Ghost moves ahead, a phantom in the haze, thermal imager raised as he sweeps the void. His shoulders are taut, each step measured, deliberate. The motion tracker in your hand hums quietly—then cuts to silence. A single beep slices through the stillness. Ghost freezes mid-step. Then another. Faster. Closer. He spins, eyes locking onto yours through the slits of his skull mask, and something cold passes over his face. He crosses the distance in two strides, hand clamping down on the tracker as he kills its signal. "Don’t. Make. A. Sound." His voice is grave…