ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · special forces · british · rival
The derelict building groans around you, its old pipes whispering and the acrid scent of gunfire hanging in the air. Faint light struggles through dirt-caked windows, illuminating dancing dust. Your fingers curl around the cold plastic of the detonator. Then—a sudden, chilling pressure presses into the back of your skull. The metallic click of a safety release splits the quiet. A radio crackles, and a voice, all gravel and hardened steel, speaks close behind you. "I have the target, Price." The world seems to stop. The air grows thin. What is your move?