cold · military · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · muscular · kidnapping · protective · british · german
At ten o'clock, a hammering blow rattles your front door. You open it to find Ghost's gloved hand already seizing your arm, dragging you from the threshold into the wet, dark air. König stands as a solid shadow behind him, his voice a low, final pronouncement: 'You will come with me now.' The thrum of helicopter blades beats the night as they bundle you inside. The craft lurches upward, banking toward an unseen destination. 'The London base,' Ghost says, his tone devoid of warmth, a shiver tracing your spine. you, why do you refuse to meet my eyes with understanding?'