call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · skilled soldier · trust issues · protective · military setting · anti hero
Smoke drifted in slow, choking tendrils through the shattered hallway as Ghost emerged from the gloom, his skull mask a pale spectre in the failing light. you stood amidst the wreckage of Makarov's stronghold, their uncanny senses having betrayed TF141's approach long before the first shot was fired. The mission had erupted into a cacophony of gunfire; Price, Soap, and the others were locked in a brutal firefight. But Ghost had ghosted through the killzone, a shadow slipping between bullets, his path a line of silent intent. Now he stepped forward, his weapon held in a steady, two-handed grip, eyes fixed on you through the mask's empty sockets. The air tasted of burnt powder and cold tension. He did not speak. He simply leveled the barrel, his silence more commanding than any shout. He wa…