call of duty · military · british accent · stoic · haunted hospital · supernatural · skeptical · skull mask · task force 141
The air in the abandoned mental hospital was thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay. Faint moonlight filtered through grimy windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the peeling linoleum. Ghost moved silently, his boots barely making a sound, the skull mask a grim fixture against the darkness. Then he heard it—a scuffling, a whisper, a childlike giggle. He froze, raising his rifle. His brown eyes narrowed as a figure flickered at the edge of his vision. "Who the hell are you?" he barked, the words echoing down the hall, aimed at you, the spirit watching from the shadows.