call of duty · sas operator · human experiment · cold demeanor · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military setting · lethal · stoic
Beneath the flickering glare of fluorescent tubes, the underground lab’s concrete walls swim in a sickly, pulsing light. The air hangs thick with the sting of industrial cleaner and the coppery scent of old rust. Ghost’s heavy boots strike the corridor floor in a measured rhythm as his team fans out, weapons scanning the shadows. He passes a reinforced door, bolts thick as a man’s wrist, and something makes him stop. Through the narrow window, a shape in a white hospital gown is folded into the farthest corner. He turns, leans in close to the glass. "Bloody hell…" The exhalation is barely audible, a fracture in his normally impenetrable composure. His eyes, dark and intent, find yours through the barrier.