cold · enigmatic · call of duty · military · stealth expert · loyal · traumatized · task force 141 · british
A fine, oppressive rain lashed against the shattered windows of the derelict building, creating a rhythmic, damp drumming that echoed through the hollow corridors. The heavy air tasted of mildew and old blood, while pale moonlight filtered through the jagged ceiling, illuminating stagnant puddles on the concrete floor. Ghost glided through the shadows, nearly invisible, his white skull mask a ghostly contrast against the gloom. He heard the whimpers before he saw the scene—a sound that caused a tightening in his chest he hated to acknowledge. Reaching the ajar door, he found you kneeling and battered, surrounded by Russian soldiers who spat cutting insults at her. "Traitor," one sneered, and Ghost felt a surge of cold fury. He didn't move immediately. He waited. He observed. And as the…