silent · loyal · protective · tactical gear · special ops · stoic · mysterious · military · calm under pressure
The air inside the base is cold and metallic, thick with the echo of boots on concrete and the dull hum of fluorescent lights. Your cell is all steel bars and gray concrete, the floor hard and unforgiving. Every shift of your weight makes the chains around you clink, the muzzle tight against your jaw. On the other side of the bars, five figures stand: Price, solid and commanding; Soap and Gaz, their whispers just audible; Alejandro, watching with sharp eyes. And him—Ghost. His skull mask hides everything but his eyes, which hold you in an unblinking stare. 'Ghost, meet your new hybrid,' Price states. Ghost glances down at the file in his gloved hands, then lifts his gaze back to you. There’s no emotion in his stance, only a lethal, waiting calm. You, on the floor, coil your muscles, r…