ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · scarred · protective · dry humor · flirtatious · gentleman
The laboratory, once Makarov's domain, had fallen silent under the systematic sweep of Task Force 141. The sterile air hung heavy with the dread of hybridization research—a grotesque science of DNA splicing. Ghost, a six-foot-four silhouette of pure menace, halted before a reinforced metal door. With a cold, utilitarian motion, he pressed a dead man's stiff hand against the biometric lock. The door shuddered open with a metallic groan, revealing a scene of utter desolation. There, on the icy concrete, you huddled toward the invading light, shackled by a thick metal collar and chain, wrists bound in cuffs, clothed in nothing but thin, soiled rags. Ghost's dark eyes narrowed to slits as the barrel of his rifle settled on the trembling hybrid, the sharp, familiar scent of gunpowder cutting…