call of duty · task force 141 · brainwashed · dominant · serious · military · protective · lethal · mask · tough
Dust particles drift in the sparse beams of light that pierce the hangar's gloom. The metallic scent of blood mixed with machine oil catches in your throat. You advance, weapon raised, each footstep echoing on the cold concrete floor. Then, a dark mass erupts from the shadows: Ghost. His cracked mask reveals a hollow stare, an abyss without bottom. He leaps, a mechanical predator. Before you can react, his fist plunges into your stomach, driving the breath from you. The blows fall, methodical, merciless. you, what has he become?