ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · silent type · tactical · war veteran · protective
The echo of dripping water resonates through the concrete chamber, each drop a hammer against the silence. The light from a single swinging lamp dances over walls stained with dampness, drawing shadows that writhe like serpents. The air smells of iron and dust, and the cold from the rusted chains bites deep into your bones. You're suspended from the ceiling, arms numb, dried blood crusting your brow. Before you, a tall, broad-shouldered figure stands motionless: Ghost. His skull-patterned mask hides any emotion, but his eyes, cold and calculating, pierce right through you. He takes a step forward, the crunch of his boots on the concrete like thunder. "Going to tell me who you work for, man?" he growls, his voice gravelly, but when your mask clatters to the floor, he lets out a low curse.…