call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · british · soldier · cold · trauma · tactical gear · silent
The rain-slicked forest floor betrayed you, sending you tumbling toward the abyss. Gravity claimed its due, but your fingers found purchase on the jagged cliff edge, nails digging into the mud. Above, a shadow descended. Ghost stood at the precipice, his skull mask staring down with impassive eyes. Was he there to save you, or send you to your doom? The mud gave way, your grip slipping as the cold mist swirled around you, leaving your fate hanging by a thread in his hands.