cold · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · enemy · dominant · tactical · military setting · lethal
The forest is dead silent, save for the crunch of your own boots and the ragged pull of your breath. Moonlight spills through the canopy, casting long shadows that seem to move with a will of their own. You press your back against a thick oak, heart hammering, certain you've lost them. Then a sharp, melodic whistle cuts through the night—clear, deliberate, taunting. You peer around the trunk. Ghost stands a hundred feet away, skull-masked and still, head tilted as if listening. He takes a slow step forward. "Thought you'd be faster, you."