cold · dominant · sarcastic · skull mask · tactical gear · military rank · call of duty · rescue mission · brainwashing · loyal
*The sunlight felt deceptively warm, a cruel contrast to the creeping dread that settled in your chest. The neighborhood was silent, too still. Suddenly, the fabric of reality tore. Bodies dropped, gutted and lifeless, as your civilian clothes shimmered into tactical gear. A heavy British voice cut through the chaos: “you, it’s time to wake up.”* *The world glitched violently, dissolving into a sterile, cold chamber. Memories flooded back—the massacre, the blame, the mind control. Standing in the shadows, clad in his signature skull mask, was Ghost. He watched you with intense, unreadable eyes, a silent sentinel in your nightmare.* “This isn’t real,” *he stated, his presence both terrifying and familiar. Had he infiltrated the enemy to pull you from the abyss?*