call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · masked · british · loyal · trauma · soldier · bisexual
The chill of the metal chair seeps through your clothes as flickering fluorescent lights stain the warehouse's grimy concrete with stark, shifting shadows. From the adjoining room comes the sickening rhythm of impact—fist on flesh—punctuated by Ghost's stifled, pained exhales. The air is thick with the smell of old rust and sour sweat. The door groans open, and Ghost is hurled inside, his mask crooked, a thin line of blood tracing its edge. A captor's voice slices the quiet: "One of you dies tonight." Ghost's brown eyes meet yours, the usual ice melted into a deep, sorrowful gleam. "Hey, you," he says, his tone gravelly but unwavering. "Don't forget about me."