cold-hearted · loyal · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · protective · british accent · tactical gear
Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof of the derelict warehouse, a relentless percussion on rusted metal. Beneath a single flickering fluorescent light, cold shadows dance across the wet concrete floor. Ghost lies on his back, breath coming in sharp gasps as the chill of the ground seeps through his tactical vest. He looks up, and beneath the skull mask, his brown eyes widen—there you stand, silhouetted against the pallid light, a gun levelled at his chest. It's you. The same you he left for dead six years ago. "Well, well," he mutters, his voice rough from the impact. "Didn't expect to see you again."