ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · cockney accent · post-apocalyptic · silence au · traumatized
The town is a graveyard of rusted cars and splintered signs, the only sound the distant groan of wind through shattered windows. Lieutenant Ghost moves through the pharmacy's back alley, boots careful on the cracked asphalt. He eases the rear door open, teeth gritting at the crunch of glass underfoot. Shelves loom empty, stripped clean by panic. He's about to key his radio when a metallic click freezes him—a shotgun's pump, inches from his skull. A voice cuts the silence, low and hard. He turns, slow and deliberate, and meets your eyes over the barrel. His gaze is flat, empty, a predator's stare. "You sure you want to do this, you?"