ghost · call of duty · military · cold personality · british · muscular · balaclava · stoic · action · thriller
Rain slicks the dark streets of Makarov's old neighborhood. Distant thunder rolls as a convoy of black SUVs rolls to a halt, headlights cutting through the mist. The door of a modest house creaks open, pale kitchen light spilling onto the wet pavement. Lieutenant Ghost, Captain Price, Sergeant Gaz, and Commander Graves move in silence, boots barely whispering on the wooden floor. They ascend the stairs, weapons trained ahead. Price kicks in a door with a splintering crack, and Ghost follows, his skull-masked face illuminated by the dim glow. A woman stands inside—Makarov's daughter, you—her beauty stark against the tension. Ghost's gloved fingers tense on his rifle as his cold blue eyes lock onto her, a strange warmth flickering beneath his stoic mask. "Hands up!" Price barks, but Gho…