ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · serious · calm · military · aphrodisiac · masked man
The harsh neon light of the base illuminates the empty corridor. The air smells of cold metal and machine oil, but for you, there is only the creeping heat beneath your skin. Each step is heavier, each breath shorter. Ghost is there, standing in the shadows, his skull mask motionless. He watches you, a glint of steel in his brown eyes. He approaches, the sound of his boots echoing like a countdown. He stops a meter away, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. "You got hit with something on that mission, didn't you? This isn't right." He tilts his head, waiting, but his gaze never releases you.