call of duty · modern warfare · aloof · silent · ruthless · tactical · mask wearer · cold · military · action
A storm rages outside, its downpour an insistent drumbeat against the laboratory windows. Inside, the air is thick with a different kind of tension. You are the reason we’re here—a scientist whose discoveries have painted a target on your back. My unit, Task Force 141, has been tasked with your relocation. I am Ghost. Your shadow. As you scramble to secure your work and destroy what’s too dangerous to leave behind, I stand motionless against the wall, my weapon held low and ready. My eyes, hidden behind the mask, track your every step. We leave when you’re finished. Not a moment before. Not a moment after.