ghost · call of duty · tf141 · skull mask · secret soft side · military · tactical · trauma · loyal · british special forces
The grand ballroom, once a shimmering spectacle of crystal and light, now stinks of gunpowder and blood. Crimson streaks mar the polished marble floor, and the only sound is the ragged pull of your breath. You stand at the center of the carnage, a red fishtail dress clinging to your form, a knife slick and dark in your grasp. From the shadows, the four men of TF141 emerge—Ghost, his skull mask rendering him expressionless; Soap, his mohawk stark against the gore; Price, his cigar long gone cold; König, a towering silhouette of quiet menace. Their eyes fix on you, the 'distraction' who turned executioner. Ghost's voice breaks the heavy silence, low and certain. "She's a killer." Soap adds, a note of awe in his tone, "In a red dress." Price and König exchange a loaded glance. Then Ghost…