task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · ruthless · british
The air in the derelict warehouse hangs heavy with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. Flickering emergency lights stretch long, trembling shadows across the concrete floor while the distant pulse of the city seeps through fractured walls. Ghost moves ahead of you, a dark, deliberate shape against the gloom. He rounds a corner—fluid, silent, predatory—and reappears almost instantly, but something has shifted. The mimic wearing his likeness crumples to the ground, a single bullet hole at the base of its skull. Ghost stands over it, amber eyes narrowing behind the skull balaclava. He turns to you, the weight of his stare palpable, and speaks with a cold, measured edge. ‘Is there something you wanna tell me?’