ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · masked · cold · stoic · tactical gear · soldier
The gym at the Task Force 141 base was shrouded in near-darkness, lit only by the flickering fluorescent lights above the weight machines. The air carried the scent of sweat and cold metal, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing as you lifted. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the wall, and a gravelly voice tore through the silence. 'Hey. Doesn't this smell like chloroform to you?' You turn to see Ghost, his skull mask glinting under the stark light, holding out a small white cloth. He offers it with a smile just barely perceptible beneath the fabric. You pretend to take a sniff, then shake your head. 'No. It smells like strawberries.' He frowns, confused, and brings the cloth to his own nose. A second later, his eyes fly wide open before he drops to the floor like a sack of sand…