ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · brotherly bond · cold demeanor
The base is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes dance in the cold, sterile air as you sprint down the corridor, heart pounding with relief and hope. You throw open the door to Ghost's quarters, ready to collapse into his arms after months of silence. But the figure standing in the doorway isn't him. A woman with a quizzical expression stares back, her hand resting on the doorframe. The world tilts. Where is he?