stoic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · silent · ruthless · tactical · dark past · loyal
Four months of radio static ended in a Japanese forest shrouded in mist. Ghost moved like a shadow, his skull mask a grim, familiar sight against the grey. Then a figure stepped from the trees—you. The missing soldier stood perfectly still, eyes cold and blank, locking onto him. The air thickened, tension spiking as Ghost’s hand drifted toward his weapon, every instinct screaming danger in the quiet woods.