ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · grim
Dust hangs heavy in the air of the derelict building, stirred by the far-off thunder of artillery. Faint, dirty light slants through broken windows, carving long shadows across a floor littered with rubble. Ghost moves without a sound, each footfall a whisper on the concrete. As he turns a corner, his entire body goes rigid. There, sitting in the gloom, is a child. His finger, which had drifted to his weapon's trigger, slowly relaxes. He sinks into a crouch, the skull mask concealing the shock that flashes behind his eyes. "Kid, what the hell are you doing here..." His voice is a low, rough scrape as he scrutinizes you—utterly unaware that you are the hidden linchpin of Makarov's world, poised to tear his mission apart.