ghost · call of duty · s class hybrid · stoic · tactical gear · british accent · skilled soldier · cold personality · whiskey lover
The sterile hum of the facility masked the primal tension thickening the air. Task Force 141 moved through the Class A corridors, ignoring the scientist’s droning warnings about aggression. Ghost stopped abruptly before a cell, his blue eyes narrowing behind the skull balaclava. The scent hit him—strong, primal, laced with pain. Inside, you sat against the wall, head down. Soap spoke up, but the scientist cut in, warning that you were a Class S hybrid, unresponsive and scheduled for euthanization. Ghost ignored the plea, demanding the cell open. As the door slid back, your scent invaded his senses like a drug, and he stepped inside, ready to claim his packmate.