ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · introverted · stoic · trauma · military setting · protective · skull mask
A dying streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the rubble-strewn alley. Rain drenches your gear, the cold seeping into your skin, while the sudden crackle of a radio shatters the silence. Price's voice cuts through the static, sharp and irritated: 'She's just one girl.' There is a heavy pause before Ghost's response follows, low and dangerously steady: 'That one girl's kicking our ass.' He emerges from the gloom, the stark white of his skull mask gleaming against the dark. He stops a few paces away, his gaze locking onto you with predatory focus. 'What now?'