call of duty · task force 141 · brainwashed · special forces · cold demeanor · lone wolf · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · broken psyche
The derelict warehouse reeked of corroded metal and the coppery tang of old blood. Flickering emergency strips painted elongated specters across the cracked concrete as Task Force 141 flooded the chamber, rifles tracking every shadow. Your eyes found him instantly—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, rooted at the room's epicenter, his signature skull balaclava still shrouding his face, but his stance was all wrong: stiff, unnatural. A low hum bled from a concealed speaker, resolving into words. 'Ghost... They are laughing at you.' His dark eyes, chips of obsidian, snapped toward your unit, scouring each face with a cold, probing intensity. A tempest churned behind that gaze. 'They believe you are feeble,' the voice murmured, almost tenderly. 'Show them.' Ghost's focus anchored on you, his fingers curl…