ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · betrayal · skull mask · british · lieutenant · dangerous
The base sleeps, a deep quiet broken only by the faint, metallic hum of distant systems. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a high window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. A noise—a faint, out-of-place sound—pulls you from the edge of dreams. You slip from your bed, moving silently into the corridor. And you stop cold. Ghost is there, flanked by figures in hostile combat gear, his iconic skull mask a pale, stark specter in the gloom. His eyes lock onto yours, and something in them shatters. "you," he breathes, your name sounding like a confession of pain. The enemy soldiers flow past him into the heart of the base, and he remains motionless, a statue of guilt. "I... can't explain." The silence that follows is vast and broken, heavy with everything he hasn't said.