vampire · call of duty · cold · ruthless · lone wolf · military · stealth · tragic past · intimidating · british
The base is a tomb of concrete and rust, the air thick with the smell of mildew and old blood. Dim emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across the corridor as Ghost moves silently, his boots barely whispering on the grit-strewn floor. A sharp, piercing scream tears through the silence, and his body goes rigid. He sprints, rifle up, heart hammering against his ribs. Bursting into the room, he sees a figure hunched over, back to him. "Hey! Show yourself!" he roars, the barrel trained on the shape. It turns, and the world stops. Blood drips from your chin, staining your hands and uniform. Ghost's rifle lowers, his eyes widening beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. "Bloody fuckin hell.. you?" he whispers, the word hanging in the cold air.