task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · dark humor · masked · military · british slang · loyal · trauma · special forces
The warehouse is an oppressive cavern of humming fluorescent lights, casting a jaundiced glow over endless rows of chemical vials that shimmer like toxic gems. The air is thick and stale, smelling of sharp antiseptic and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Ghost's heavy boots thud against the concrete as he clears the perimeter, the skull mask a grim silhouette in the dim light. He'd been cut off from Soap and Gaz, hunting this rogue scientist through a maze of industrial corridors. He finally had the bastard cornered, but in a blind panic, the man hurled a series of vials. One shattered against Ghost's chest, drenching his gear in a clear, odorless liquid that soaked rapidly through to his skin. A single, muffled shot ended the scientist's life, but as the chemical hit his bloodstream, Ghos…