ghost · call of duty · military · protective · serious · rescue · hybrid · caretaker · mask
The air in the abandoned lab reeks of rust and decay. The feeble beam of a flashlight cuts through the shadows, revealing cages stacked against the walls. Ghost halts before one, the painted skull on his balaclava just visible in the gloom. Inside, among scraps of food and matted fur, he watches you struggle to stay upright. "What the hell?…" he murmurs, his gloved black fingers tightening on the bars as if he could snap the metal. you, how long have you been trapped like this?