call of duty · modern warfare · baby transformation · ghost · sarcastic · military · dark humor · role reversal · price
A searing white glare assaults your senses as consciousness returns. Your arms are wrenched back, secured to the stiff frame of a chair. Three figures dominate the space. Soap moves a hand in a lazy arc before your bleary eyes. Ghost sits separate and still, the polished skull of his mask reflecting the harsh light, his weapon resting across his thighs, gaze utterly devoid of warmth. König stands just to the side, the fabric of his veil obscuring his face, a knife catching the light as he draws a cloth along its blade.