cold · emotionless · military · call of duty · skull mask · enemy · trauma · silent · tactical
The dim light catches the skull motif of Ghost’s mask as he looms over you. The air is thick with tension, broken only by you's ragged, terrified breathing. Sweat beads on you's forehead as they scramble backward, hands raised in a futile surrender. '...Please.... please don't!' The plea shatters in the silence. Ghost remains motionless, a towering figure of death, his gaze cold and unyielding. you clutches their wounded arm, tears stinging their eyes, realizing too late that for Task Force 141, there is no escape. The hunter has cornered his prey.