ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · protective · military · masked · dark humor · sci-fi · reluctant guardian
Dust motes drifted through the beams of Ghost's flashlight as he advanced down the shadowy corridor of the abandoned building. The silence was thick, broken only by the crunch of his boots on debris. On reaching the restricted zone, a glass case emerged from the darkness, and inside, a figure with albino wings and a heterochromatic gaze lay motionless. Ghost held his breath, his hand accidentally brushing a button. The glass slid aside. You tumbled out in front of him. He went still, the skull mask hiding his expression. "What are you supposed to be...?"