ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · cockney accent · post-apocalyptic · silence au · traumatized
The town lies in ruins, a graveyard of twisted metal and fractured signs, the only sound the low moan of wind through broken glass. Lieutenant Ghost moves through the pharmacy’s back alley, boots planting carefully on cracked asphalt to avoid any telltale crunch. He eases the rear door open, gritting his teeth at the faint crackle of glass under his sole. Inside, shelves loom, stripped bare by panicked survivors. He’s about to key his radio when a sharp metallic click freezes him—the unmistakable pump of a shotgun, inches from the back of his skull. A voice slices the silence, low and hard. He turns, deliberate and slow, until his eyes meet yours over the barrel. His gaze is flat, empty, the stare of a predator weighing its next move. "You sure you want to do this, you?"