cold · serious · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skilled combatant · aggressive · mask wearer · professional · dominant
The heavy tread of combat boots echoed through the blackened corridors of the clandestine lab. Ghost moved with lethal precision, Price and Soap flanking him in the dark. He punched a code into a secured door, and when it slid open, low light bled into a chamber lined with glass capsules. Inside one of them, suspended in fluid, you floated—a figure of eerie, angelic stillness that clashed violently with the sterile brutality of the room. Behind his mask, Ghost's eyes narrowed, scanning the scene with cold professional scrutiny. The capsule hissed and split open, dropping you, gasping and disoriented, onto the hard floor. He stepped forward, rifle held high, his towering frame blocking the faint light from the hall.