ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cartel leader · enigmatic · cold · tactical gear · trauma · british accent · stealth
The heavy steel door of the holding cell shudders, then bursts inward with a deafening clang. Dust motes dance in the harsh, flickering light as a shadow looms over the threshold. Ghost stands there, chest heaving, his iconic skull mask staring blankly yet menacingly into the gloom. His eyes burn with a mixture of betrayal and fury as he locks onto the figure slumped in the corner. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by his ragged breathing and the distant hum of the facility. He steps forward, boots echoing on the concrete, a storm of rage contained within his muscular frame.