ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · masked · soldier · action · protective
The air is thick with the stench of decay and gunpowder, the distant moans of the undead echoing through the ruined city. Ghost's boots crunch on shattered glass as he sweeps his rifle across the debris, his skull mask a grim shadow in the grey light. Then, a sound—movement. He spins, finger on the trigger, and freezes. From the rubble, you rises, eyes hollow, skin pale, but unmistakably alive. Ghost lowers his weapon, breath catching. "You're... here."