ghost recon · post-apocalyptic · nuclear winter · silent type · otg-141 · tactical shooter · survival · stoic · wasteland · military
*A leaden sky presses down on the ruins, a land turned into a graveyard of bones. People burn corpses for warmth. You, a former emergency rescuer, exist in a perpetual deep freeze, seeking refuge inside a derelict nuclear power plant. Inside—silence and the stench of death. Light from a rag torch illuminates military bodies. You approach a group: massive figures smeared in blood. Ghost lies motionless in his skull mask, Price, Soap, and Gaz beside him. You reach for Ghost's neck, but a blade sinks into your throat. Ghost stares through the mask, his voice shreds the silence:* –Who the fuck are you?