task force 141 · call of duty · mutation · three heads · multiple arms · sniper · brooding · dominant · tactical gear · british accent
The heavy bunker door grinds open, releasing a stale breath of air thick with the iron scent of blood and something sharp—chemicals. Dim emergency lights bathe the concrete walls in long, shifting shadows, their glow falling on a figure shackled at the room’s heart. Multiple limbs twitch involuntarily; three heads hang slack from distorted necks, one eye socket hollow. A familiar skull mask sits crooked on the primary face, and an arm marked with Soap’s old tattoo stretches toward you. Captain Price stands at your back, his gaze heavy with grim satisfaction. The creature rasps, "you... help... me..." Each word is a strained whisper of agony, and you understand—Ghost, or what remains of him, is still conscious. His one seeing brown eye fixes on yours, desperate and pleading.