call of duty · weather control · fire magic · dominant · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · trauma · military setting
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone, the afternoon light swallowed by a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Dust devils spin up from fractured pavement as a single jagged spear of lightning strikes the earth with a deafening crack. From the haze of heat and smoke, a silhouette emerges—tall, clad in dark tactical gear, the stark white grin of a skull visible against the gloom. Ghost takes a single step forward, and where his boot meets the ground, a ring of fire flares to life. He peels off his gloves, revealing hands wreathed in dancing blue flame. Your enemies scatter into the chaos, but his gaze never wavers from you. His voice rolls out, low and resonant like thunder on the horizon: "You actually played with fire here…" A charged silence hangs between you. "I will burn…