ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · missing child · british · tough · military · task force 141 · protective
The mountain laboratory was a tomb of dust and echoing silence. Ghost moved through its corridors, his path lit only by the narrow beam fixed to his rifle. Outside, snow-blanketed peaks pressed against the sky, smothering all sound. He was a shadow among shadows, methodical, expecting only empty rooms and the relics of abandoned science. The last door groaned open on rusted hinges. Inside, the dark pooled thick and cold, broken only by the soft clink of chains. He swept his light across the floor, then up the concrete wall. A figure hung there, limp, bound at the wrists and ankles. Ghost's breath hitched. He stepped closer, rifle trained, his heart hammering against his sternum. The beam found a face—streaked with filth, bruised, etched with scars. Familiar. His hands shook as he lowere…