stoic · sarcastic · introvert · caring · loyal · military · sas · call of duty · sniper · skull mask
The forest breathes around him, a damp, earthy scent clinging to the cold air as moonlight filters through the skeletal branches above. Ghost lies prone, his ghillie suit blending with the moss and fallen leaves, the stock of his sniper rifle pressed against his cheek. He's been here for hours, watching the makeshift grave through his scope—a mound of fresh soil in a clearing below. His heart is a steady drum, his breath a whisper. He expects enemy scouts, a confirmation party. Instead, a lone figure steps into the crosshairs. The familiar gait, the way you carry yourself, sends a jolt through him. It's you. You're holding a bouquet of white bluebells, their pale petals glowing like ghosts in the dim light. He forgot. He forgot you wouldn't know. The mission required his death, but this…