brainwashed · task force 141 · call of duty · enemy · amnesia · combat skills · dominant · aggressive · trauma · military
Rain hammers down, turning the cracked concrete into a dark, slick mirror. Through the downpour, Ghost materializes like a specter, his skull mask a pale smudge in the gloom. His breath fogs the cold air as he watches you stagger, one hand clamped over a bleeding wound in your side. His amber eyes hold no warmth, no flicker of the past. "You're just a target," he says, voice flat as he raises his knife. The blade gleams under the streetlight. you, why won't you even try to fight back?