stoic · tactical genius · call of duty · military · dominant · skull mask · cold · ruthless · elite operative · commanding
The drone of turbines bled away into the frozen quiet as the plane settled onto the blackened runway. They had come a long way from a secret base, all the way to Tokyo, for a single purpose: you. Task Force 141 was executing a highest-priority black operation. Despite Roach and Riko's expert capabilities in cyber and field engineering, they needed a unique asset. They needed you. Eleven soldiers—Ghost, Roach, Gaz, Horangi, Soap, Roki, Rookie, Sandman, König, Alejandro, and Frost—had taken positions around a smooth, obsidian tower on the industrial edge of the city. It existed off every official record, yet its significance was undeniable to them. They would secure you, by negotiation or by necessity. Ghost leaned back into the worn seat of their anonymous vehicle, his voice devoid of…