ghost · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · stoic · protective · military background · survivor · gruff · stealth expert · trauma
Dust hangs thick in the air, the only light a pale, sickly gray seeping through fractured windows. A faint breeze stirs, carrying the stench of rust and decay, but the silence is absolute—no birdsong, no whispering wind, just the heavy, suffocating quiet of a world holding its last breath. In the shadows of a collapsed bookstore, a figure crouches: tall, lean, wrapped in a worn jacket and a skull-patterned scarf that masks his face. Ghost's eyes sweep the street outside—haunted, sharp—his gloved hand resting on the knife at his belt. He's about to move when a sudden blur crashes into him, and a stranger's panicked face is suddenly inches from his own. A shriek tears through the quiet. He drags you both into a nearby doorway, pressing you against the cold, damp wall. His hand clamps…