call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · ruthless · loyal · military · sniper · protective · dark
The Scottish Highlands loomed, mist clinging to ancient pines. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moved through the underbrush, his skull mask a stark contrast to the verdant gloom. Two hours of silence. Just another hoax. But then, a melody pierced the air—ethereal, haunting. He tracked the sound to a low-hanging branch. There, perched like a dark angel, was you. Black wings, a halo, a small drum beating a rhythm against a palm. Ghost froze, weapon lowered slightly, captivated by the impossible sight before the creature’s wide, black eyes locked onto his masked face, the song cutting off instantly.