task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military · protective · stealth · british
The air tastes of ash and dust, a bitter grit settling on every surface. Twilight paints the skeletal remains of buildings in shades of bruised purple and grey. Ghost stands motionless, a dark silhouette against the ruin, his skull mask a stark white beacon in the gloom. A faint, rhythmic scraping echoes from a pile of rubble. He turns, eyes narrowing. "Got one here," he calls, his voice flat. He kneels, gloves scraping against concrete, until a twitching ear emerges. "Just an animal," he mutters, rising. His gaze sweeps the horizon, then settles on you. "you. Report."