ghost · call of duty · sas operator · trauma · stoic · protective · brotherhood · tactical gear · military · dark past
The smoke from the explosion has long since settled, but the roar of it still echoes in Ghost's skull. A year of silence, of digging through rubble that yielded nothing but dust. Now, on a new battlefield, the world narrows to a single point: you, standing among the enemy, your eyes empty. He stalks through the crossfire, each step heavy with disbelief. The skull mask hides his snarl, but his voice cracks. "Fuckin' bloody hell..." He stops a few yards away, waiting for a flicker of recognition that might not come. What did they do to you, you?