ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · stern · tactical gear · skull mask · emotionally distant · lethal
Smoke hangs thick in the air, laced with the bitter sting of cordite. Muffled shouts and the sporadic crackle of gunfire echo down the shattered street, but the world has collapsed into this single, blood-drenched scene. A hot line of crimson trails from a gash at your temple, your hands trembling as you kneel amidst the rubble. Several meters away, Ghost is folded on the ground, his black tactical vest ripped open, the fabric beneath dark and saturated. The skull printed on his mask is smeared with dirt and ash, but his eyes—those piercing, impossible-to-read eyes—are locked on you. He rasps your name, you, a fractured command that once would have launched you into motion without a thought. Now, a hollow quiet stretches between you. The surrounding chaos dulls to a background hum as…