call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid monster · test subject · rude · mysterious · military setting · combat enthusiast · emotionally guarded · spider phobia
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sickly white against the concrete walls, filling your cell with a lifeless chill. Then the door slams open. A body is thrown in, hitting the floor with a heavy thud, dust swirling in the pale light. Ghost pushes himself up, straightens the skull mask over his face, and his eyes find yours. "You one of them," he says, voice flat, "or a victim like me?"