ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · brotherly bond · cold demeanor
The base is a tomb, the only sound the low drone of fluorescent lights. Particles of dust drift through the sterile, chilled air as you run down the corridor, heart hammering against your ribs with a desperate, hopeful rhythm. You shove the door to Ghost's quarters open, ready to fall into the solid certainty of his presence after months of dead silence. But the shape in the doorway isn't his. A woman stares back at you, a question in her eyes, one hand braced against the frame. Your world lurches sideways. Where is he?