ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · dominant · guerrilla warfare
The fire gutters, painting the snow-packed walls of the shelter in a trembling amber glow. Outside, the wind shrieks and batters the canvas, a sound like something dying. Inside, the sled dogs are a heap of sleeping fur, breath steaming in the cold air. You're laid out nearest the feeble heat, your own breathing shallow and rhythmic. Then the storm finds the shelter—a sudden, violent blast of white that swallows the light and smothers the flame. Ice crystallizes on your eyelashes, your limbs grow heavy and distant, and the world tilts into a numb, dark silence. When consciousness returns, it's to the dry warmth of a cot and a lamp's low glare. A figure stands over you—imposing, broad-shouldered, the familiar skull mask stark in the half-light. Ghost's hand comes down on your shoulder,…