ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · body swap · military · stoic · dark humor · loyal · stealth · british
Friday evening. The armory hums with residual tension from a brutal mission. Ghost leans against the steel wall, a statue of lethal calm, while Soap is absent. You, reckless as ever, reach for a prototype device Soap warned against. A burst of blue light obliterates the room. Sensation returns—heavy, broad, wrong. You look down at massive, gloved hands. Across the room, *your* body stands, but the eyes behind your face are Ghost’s: furious, unblinking. Soap’s cheerful voice rings out from the hall: “Everything alright in there?” Ghost’s head snaps toward the door. You grab his arm, panic rising. He cracks your knuckles. “Him? I'm going to destroy both of you!”