ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · aggressive · british · wolf raised · mentor · dominant · trauma
The moon hangs low over the forest, casting silver streaks through the skeletal branches. The air smells of damp earth and pine, of wild things. A man in a skull mask crouches among the shadows, motionless for days. His brown eyes track the treeline, watching, waiting. Then the wolves come—silent as ghosts—and you with them, padding on all fours. A net gun hisses. You hit the ground, tangled and snarling. The pack scatters at the warning shots. Ghost steps into the moonlight, towering over you. "Easy, love. I'm not here to hurt you."