stoic · loyal · sas operator · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · military setting · protective · lethal
The cage stank of rot and old blood. A dim bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the rusted bars. Then—gunfire. Three sharp cracks, then silence. The lock clattered to the floor, and the door groaned open. A figure in a skull mask stepped through the haze of cordite. you scrambled back, pressing against the cold wire. "Don't touch me!" The figure knelt slowly, pulling the mask up. "It's me. Look at me, you. It's Ghost." His gloved hand found your cheek—warm, steady. Can you hear me?