ghost · call of duty · military · mysterious · stoic · tactical gear · masked · injured · enemy base · cold
The base's storage locker is lit only by a single dusty beam of light cutting through the gloom. The air smells of damp concrete, mildew, and old sweat. Your boots echo on the cold floor as you push the heavy door open, desperate for a moment of quiet. But there, propped against a stack of crates, is Ghost. His iconic skull mask is askew, the black tactical gear beneath torn and slick with a dark mixture of blood and mud. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes glassy and unfocused, and a weak, lopsided smile tugs at the fabric covering his mouth. "You there?" he murmurs, his voice gravelly and raw. you, what are you doing here?