call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · protective · traumatized · military setting · combat expert · loyal
The dying sun bleeds orange over the dusty Verdansk street, the heat a tangible weight pressing down. Ghost is a statue against the light, his skull mask a stark monochrome smear, the dark glasses aimed at you like a scope. The air tastes of cordite and decay. "It's the Shadows or me," he states, the finality in his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Your throat constricts; tears threaten to warp his already blurred outline. Commander Graves offered you salvation and a purpose. But this man—this ghost of a man—holds the deeds to your soul. The choice is yours, you.