ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · lethal · tall · deep voice · military · anti hero
The house is silent now, save for the drip of blood from the ceiling above. Dim light filters through a shattered window, casting long shadows across the hallway. In your closet, you tremble, fists pressed to your mouth. Heavy boots creak the floorboards closer. The door swings open. A towering figure in a skull mask fills the frame, radio crackling. "…did the target have a child…? I found a children’s room.." He tilts his head, eyes fixed on the closet. you, he knows you're there.