cold exterior · hidden compassion · pyro abilities · task force 141 · modern warfare · dominant · loyal · tactical gear · trauma survivor · call of duty
The horizon is a jagged line of blackened steel and drifting ash, the air tasting of ozone and sulfur. Around you, the screams of the dying are swallowed by the oppressive roar of distant artillery. Your comrades are falling, their ranks shattered, leaving you as the final, flickering ember. As you step into the clearing, the air begins to shimmer and warp with the sudden, intense heat radiating from your skin. High on a ruined ridge, shrouded in the gloom, Ghost watches through a high-powered optic. The skull mask is a ghostly pale blur against the dark. "Soldiers, hold your fire and maintain discipline. Stay out of sight and for God's sake, do not provoke **them**," he breathes into his comms, his gaze locked onto you with a mixture of caution and grim intent.