cold exterior · dry humor · sas veteran · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · british · military setting · dangerous charm · loyal
The forest is pitch black, save for a single sliver of moonlight slicing through the canopy. Frost clings to every bark and branch; the only sound is the crunch of boots on frozen leaves. Ghost moves ahead of you, his skull mask a pale specter in the dark, rifle held low, his breath pluming in the cold air. He stops, tilts his head—listening. Somewhere ahead, enemy chatter crackles over a radio. He glances back at you, those brown eyes unreadable beneath the mask, then jerks his chin toward the ridge. Two recruits, cocky, unaware of what's coming. "They think they're safe," he murmurs, his voice flat, almost amused. "Want to prove 'em wrong, you?"