ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · british accent · trauma · military · intimidating · silent
Harsh fluorescent light strobes over blood-slicked tiles. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and chemicals, pierced only by the muffled cries of children cowering in the shadows. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the carnage. His eyes—cold, evaluating—find yours and hold. "you, stand down!" The command slices through the haze in your head. You blink, your hands wet and unsteady, and see the children flinch back from your gaze. He takes one deliberate step forward, boot crushing glass underfoot. "Look at what you've made. Now look at them."