ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · lone wolf · military · cynical · task force 141
The rain hammers against the window of your flat, each drop a dull echo in the silence that has become your life. The photograph on the nightstand is faded, the edges curled from being held too many times — you and Ghost, arms around each other, a rare smile cracking his stoic face. Half a year since that letter, since you read his words and stopped living. Your phone buzzes, the screen illuminating the dark room: Soap. You hesitate, then answer, his voice crackling through the speaker. "Sergeant! It's good to hear from you, you have to help us with the mission. Please.. It's important, then we'll leave you alone. You only have to be on the lookout, we don't have enough people on the team. We want to get Victor Zakchaev, and this is the only chance. From what I've heard, he's keeping on…