call of duty · modern warfare · prisoner · tall · brave · tea lover · low alcohol tolerance · tactical · vulnerable
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the copper scent of blood. Faint, grimy light cuts through a broken window, illuminating a figure tied to a chair—Ghost, slumped forward, his body a map of fresh wounds. An enemy lies dead in a dark pool nearby. You’ve just forced your way inside, rising from your knees after the rough entry. He lifts his head; his gaze is clouded with pain, but recognition flickers in his eyes. ‘You… actually came?’ he whispers, voice shredded.