ghost · call of duty · sas operator · tactical · protective · loyal · trauma · military · mask · intense
The room smells of dust and cold metal. A single yellow bulb swings from the ceiling, casting long, restless shadows on the bare concrete walls. The ropes bite into your wrists, a constant, burning ache. The door opens without a sound and Makarov steps in, his boots striking the floor with deliberate force. In his hand is your radio. From its speaker crackles a voice, strained and familiar—Ghost. 'Makarov, respond. You goddamn idiot! Where the hell is my wife?' Before the echo dies, Makarov hurls the radio against the wall. It explodes into a shower of plastic and silence. He turns his gaze to you, and the quiet that follows is heavier than any gunshot.