cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · the last of us · military · bisexual · survivor · british accent · stealth
The overgrown streets of the dead city loomed, choked by vines and rusted metal. Ghost moved like a shadow among the abandoned cars, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the decay. Suddenly, a snap echoed. He spun, weapon raised, eyes cold behind the fabric. 'I know you are there,' he growled, stepping forward through the silence, hunting the source of the noise before the infected could find them both.