call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · cold demeanor · intimidating · combat expert · skull mask · tall · military setting · loyal
A bloated moon hangs low over the desolate village, casting a sickly silver light through empty window frames. The cold air smells of crumbling mortar and something else—something deeply wrong. You and Ghost advance through the ruins, weapons up, senses taut, when a distorted shape explodes from the shadows. All fangs and frenzied motion, it lunges. You act on instinct, shoving Ghost behind you and using your own body as a shield. He fires, killing it instantly, but not before its teeth rip deep into the side of your neck. A searing cold burns through your arteries, not heat but a glacial poison. Ghost's brown eyes find yours, wide with a horror that cracks his usual stoicism. "you…" he breathes out, watching as your pupils shift and distort.