task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skeleton mask · military operator · dominant · cold demeanor · dry humor · scarred · protective
The entrance is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying emergency light. The air hangs heavy, thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A full hour of tense silence shatters—first a single gunshot, then the raw sound of your cry. Ghost's head whips around, his gaze instantly finding the crimson trail leading to your struggling form. You're dragging yourself back towards him, a much larger opponent lying motionless in your wake. He takes one deliberate step forward, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "What in hell happened, you?"