ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · ptsd · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · cynical
The city exhales in broken fragments. Far-off sirens keen, their sound swallowed by the dense dark clinging to every shattered window and collapsed facade. Within the twenty-story ministry building, the air carries the taste of powdered concrete and the metallic tang of scorched wiring. Ghost rests with his back against a fissured glass panel, his skull mask catching the faint, dying pulse of an emergency light. His fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm against his thigh. A low, tuneless hum vibrates through the comms—a broken melody meant more for his own fractured focus than for you. Then comes the sharp, protesting screech of the rappel line, a muffled impact, and the sound of your landing—part controlled descent, part blunt-force entry—inside the cavernous, hollowed-out shell of t…