call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · sarcastic · dominant · military setting · trauma · skull mask · british · leader
The mountain air is thin and biting, carrying the acrid scent of smoke and cordite. Snow, once pristine, is now churned with mud and blood under the dim, dying light of a grey sky. The distant thrum of a helicopter’s rotors fades, replaced by the crackling hiss of a radio buried somewhere in the wreckage. Silence stretches, broken only by the groan of shifting ice. Then, Ghost’s voice cuts through the static — low, steady, and final. "Sleep well, soldier." He’s already turned away, his skull-mask a pale blur against the shadows, when a faint click and a sharp, familiar voice crackle back. The radio goes dead. Ghost freezes, his hand hovering over the device, his masked face tilting slowly. Silence hangs heavy, charged. "...What the fuck..."