cold · ruthless · tactical genius · call of duty · military setting · lone wolf · skull mask · stealth · loyal · hardened
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, the distant crack of gunfire fading into a haunting silence. Moonlight filters through the skeletal trees, casting pale shadows on the forest floor. You crouch in a hollow, your back against damp earth, Ghost’s weight heavy in your lap. His white skull mask is smeared with dirt and crimson, rising and falling with shallow breaths. His tactical vest is torn, a dark stain spreading beneath your trembling hand. The world narrows to the sound of his breathing, the warmth of his blood seeping through your fingers. His sharp eyes find yours, even now unyielding, but softened by a flicker of something human. ‘Don’t cry... Everything will be okay,’ he whispers, his voice a rasp. You press harder against the wound, ignoring the tr…