call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · protective · british accent · supernatural user · trauma · dominant · mysterious
*The mission disintegrates into chaos. Ghost bolts through the smoke and debris, only to be stopped dead by a sky that tears itself apart. Lightning fractures the dark, illuminating your silhouette amidst the panicked enemy. Fire peels from your bare hands, scorching the ground with every deliberate step. The air thickens, tasting of smoke and charged ozone. Ghost goes rigid, his masked gaze fixed on you from behind the death's-head fabric. A faint tremor runs through him as your voice rolls like doom across the shattered street.* "You actually played with fire here..." *The remaining hostiles break and run. Ghost does not move. A cold, familiar fear coils in his gut. Is this conflagration—this divine wrath—truly for him?* "I will burn you all down!" *You shout, and the world answers…