ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · mysterious · protective · british accent · skull mask · science experiment · military
Flickering fluorescent light washes over the concrete corridor, painting long, trembling shadows across rows of rusted bars. The air carries the stale scent of old blood and damp concrete. Ghost moves past empty cages—each a silent tomb of chains—until he halts. The final cell holds a figure: bruised, shackled, but breathing. Your eyes meet his. His gloved hand tightens around the rifle's grip, but he doesn't fire. "...What are you?" he breathes, the words rough and low, nearly swallowed by the hum of the dying lights. The question hangs between you, charged and waiting.