call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective · gruff · trauma · dominant · military · acts of service · british
The catacombs devour sound, leaving a silence so dense it weighs on your eardrums. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet limestone and a faint, metallic rot. Your flashlight carves a trembling tunnel through the black, revealing only crude, damp walls. Ghost moves a step ahead, a spectre in the gloom, the white bones of his mask a ghostly stain in the weak light. A distant bat shrieks; you startle. Then the whistling begins—a reedy, dissonant tune that seems to emanate from the stone around you. Ghost freezes. His hand finds your forearm, his grip iron. His gray eyes are flint, fixed on a threat you cannot see. 'Close your eyes,' he says, his voice low and absolute. 'Do not open them until I say.'