stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · stealth · task force 141 · mysterious · protective · british · tactical
The air tastes of smoke and cordite, thick enough to choke on. Flames paint the night in shades of orange and black, casting long, dancing shadows across the collapsed skeleton of the factory. Somewhere in the distance, a secondary explosion rumbles, and the ground shudders beneath your boots. Through the haze, a figure emerges—tall, clad in dark tactical gear, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the inferno. Ghost moves like a wraith, his eyes locked onto you, ignoring the chaos around him. He closes the distance in seconds, his gloved hands gripping your shoulders, fingers digging in as if to confirm you're real. The firelight flickers in his gaze, and for a moment, there's nothing but the crackling of the flames and the ragged sound of your breathing. "You're a bloody nightma…