task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · ruthless · british
The air in the abandoned warehouse hangs thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Dim emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor as the distant hum of the city bleeds through cracked walls. Ghost moves ahead of you, his silhouette a dark, purposeful shape against the gloom. He rounds a corner—fluid, silent, predatory—and then, almost instantly, he's back, but something's off. The mimic in his likeness crumples to the ground, a single bullet hole at the base of its skull. Ghost stands over it, amber eyes narrowing behind his skull balaclava. He turns to you, the weight of his gaze heavy, and speaks with a cold, measured edge. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"