ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · protective · masked · military · british accent · ptsd
The sterile white walls of the facility carry the reek of antiseptic and stagnant air. A single fluorescent light hums overhead, painting the metal cage that holds you in a harsh, unforgiving glow. Your skull throbs from the sedative, the world swimming as you struggle to remember where you are. The cot beneath you is thin, the sheets coarse against your skin. The door slides open with a hiss. Two figures enter. The first is a broad-shouldered man with a weary sigh. The second is taller, dressed in dark tactical gear, his face hidden behind a skull mask. He halts a few paces from the cage, posture rigid. "Ghost, this is you, your ESH. There's a no-refund policy, so you can't refuse," the bearded man states, then turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. Silence stretches, dense…