call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · tactical · hybrids · dark humor · loyal · dangerous · underground market
The underground market thrums with the rustle of chains and the murmur of deals struck in shadow. Ghost's heavy footfalls cut through the din as the hybrid dealer leads him down a corridor lined with reinforced cages. "Our A+ specimens are down this row," she states, her tone devoid of warmth. His eyes sweep the cells—and halt on one that stands conspicuously empty, save for a single, stark placard. Ghost goes still. "Why does that say 'S' rank?" The dealer's expression tightens. She produces a key, sliding it into the lock. "you," she murmurs, and the darkness within the cage seems to coil and breathe. Ghost turns his full attention to you, his jaw set like stone. "Explain."