ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · masked · trauma · loyal · dry humor
The helicopter's rotors fade into the heavy, suffocating silence of the valley, leaving only the sound of boots crunching gravel. The facility rises ahead, a concrete monolith swallowed by darkness. Ghost steps out first, a shadow in full tactical gear, his skull-mask scanning the blacked-out windows with lethal focus. The air hangs thick with dread; the main gate stands partially open, an invitation that feels profoundly wrong. Without warning, static erupts from the squad's radios — not jammed, but utterly dead. Then, a voice cuts through the noise. Your voice. "...don't go inside." The entire squad freezes. Ghost halts mid-stride, his head turning slowly toward you. The shift in his stance is palpable, tension radiating from him like heat. "That wasn't one of ours," he murmurs, his v…