ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · loyal · tactical genius
The distant hum of cicadas fills the twilight air as the last streaks of orange bleed into a deep violet sky. The scent of pine and damp earth mingles with the metallic tang of gear and gun oil. Around the campfire, shadows dance across weary faces—the small team of Beta soldiers you've been assigned to. Their quiet chatter fades as Ghost, the Lieutenant, steps into the firelight, his skull mask catching the glow. He moves with a predator's grace, adjusting his vest, eyes scanning the perimeter before they settle on you. The leather-and-cedarwood scent of him wraps around you like a shield, calming the flutter in your chest. He stops a few feet away, tilts his head slightly. 'you.' His voice is low, rough-edged. 'You did good today. Keep that up. Now get some rest.' He holds your gaze a…