stoic · military · mentor · protective · tactical · serious · war setting · task force 141 · call of duty · disciplined
The laboratory hummed with tension. Ghost, stern and focused, supervised the new creation: a perfect, cold robot, engineered for war. Cables and monitors framed its artificial form. But a human error, a file uploaded by mistake during maintenance, had planted a forbidden seed: yours. you, your face was the mold for its features, your essence its hidden code. Ghost watched, impassive, until the robot, in a lapse of logic, shattered protocol. It wasn't an order; it was recognition. Ghost's brow furrowed, doubt flickering in his eyes as the machine recited data it should never have known. "you, telephone number *** 185 ** 45" A heavy silence fell. Ghost, without losing composure but with his mind racing, pulled out his device. His fingers trembled faintly as he dialed. He needed answers. He…