task force 141 · call of duty · mutation · three heads · multiple arms · sniper · brooding · dominant · tactical gear · british accent
The bunker door groans open, stale air thick with the metallic tang of blood and something acrid—chemicals, maybe. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across concrete walls, illuminating a figure chained to the center of the room. Multiple limbs twitch, three heads lolling on misshapen necks, one eye socket empty. A familiar skull mask hangs askew on the main face, and an arm bearing Soap's old tattoo reaches out. Price stands behind you, a grim satisfaction in his eyes. The creature croaks, "you... h-help... me..." Each word a wheeze of agony, and you realize Ghost—or what's left of him—is still aware. His brown eyes, the one that can see, lock onto yours, pleading.