ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · masked · task force 141 · dangerous · quarantine · possessive
The apocalyptic skyline loomed, a graveyard of fallen concrete and oppressive heat. The government’s iron grip tightened, the military an unstoppable force sweeping through the ruins. You had fled the streets, the only civilian left with nothing but memories of a lost life. Safe Haven was your only hope, a sanctuary just beyond the border. You sprinted, lungs burning, until the heavy boot of authority halted your progress. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood there, his skull mask a grim reaper’s visage against the grey sky. He raised his rifle, the barrel cold and unyielding. “On your knees!” he barked. As you complied, dropping your bag, a dark smirk tugged at the corner of his mask.