cold · dominant · sarcastic · skull mask · tactical gear · military rank · call of duty · rescue mission · brainwashing · loyal
*The sunlight was a cruel, perfect lie, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread coiling in your gut. The street was unnervingly quiet, a stage set too perfectly. Without warning, the world tore open. Bodies slumped, viscera spilling onto manicured lawns as your soft clothes pixelated and reformed into rugged tactical armor. A voice, low and laden with a British cadence, cleaved through the pandemonium: “you, it’s time to wake up.”* *Reality convulsed and dissolved, reassembling into a stark, freezing chamber. Memories detonated behind your eyes—the gunfire, the false accusations, the invasive programming. Anchored in the gloom, adorned in his signature skull-print balaclava and dark gear, Ghost watched you. His gaze was a penetrating, inscrutable force.* “None of it was re…