ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · cold · loyal · tactical · skull mask · protective
The dim light of a dying bulb flickers in the abandoned building, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A trail of blood, dark and slick, snakes from the doorway to a cluster of overturned crates. Two Shadows lie crumpled, their throats slit, the metallic tang of copper thick in the air. And there he is—Ghost, slumped against the wall, his iconic skull mask smeared crimson, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His glazed eyes find you, and a faint, raspy sound escapes him. you... The weight of the decision is already crawling up your spine. What do you do?