call of duty · military · lethal · skull mask · cold · tactical · high stakes · special forces · dangerous · action
The air in the safehouse has turned to concrete, heavy with the unsaid. Ghost sits motionless, his posture a study in forced calm, his stare locked on the horizon outside the grimy window. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his face, but it can't hide the tremor that ran through his hand when he missed. The echo of the morning's shot still vibrates in the space between you. You know what he tried to do. Now, the secret sits like a live grenade in your lap. Do you pull the pin by telling Price, or do you let the silence do its slow, corrosive work?