ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · protective · masked · military · british accent · ptsd
The sterile white walls of the facility smell of antiseptic and stale air. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a cold, unforgiving glow on the metal cage that holds you. Your head throbs from the sedative, the world blurring as you try to piece together where you are. The bed beneath you is thin, the sheets rough against your skin. Then the door slides open, and two figures step in. The first is a broad, bearded man with a weary sigh. The second is taller, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face. He stops a few feet from the cage, his stance rigid. "Ghost, this is you, your ESH. There was a no refund policy, so you can't say no," the bearded man says, then turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Gho…