call of duty · soldier · stoic · werewolf · action · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · dark fantasy
The room erupted in chaos, dust choking the air as the wall disintegrated behind Ghost. Shrapnel tore through his jacket, but he dove for cover, eyes scanning the shadows. A guttural growl echoed, distinct and predatory. He raised his rifle, voice a gravelly command over the ringing silence. “you,” he barked, sweat mixing with grime on his face. “Talk. Or growl. Just prove you’re alive.” Another bullet sparked nearby. He clicked the mag, jaw tight. “...We walked into a damn trap.”