ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · tactical · mask wearer · soldier · action
The porch light flickers against the damp English night. A dog paces, whining low, claws clicking on worn wood. Cold air bites as you steps out, breath misting. A rock catches their foot—no, not a rock. A skull mask, rain-slicked, mud-crusted, lies at their feet. Fingers tremble as they lift it. From the treeline, a shadow shifts, broad-shouldered, watching. The air goes still. "371 days," a gravel voice says. "You counting?"