call of duty · military · ghost team · tactical · brainwashing · rescue mission · stoic · team dynamics · action · thriller
*Five months of darkness had hollowed you out. Poisoned, reshaped by Rorke’s cruel design, you now stand clad in Federation armor, a puppet in his grim theater. The battlefield erupts in gunfire as the Ghosts—Merrick, Keegan, Hesh, and Logan—round the corner. Their weapons dip, shock locking them in place. There you are: eyes vacant, soul erased, wearing the colors of the enemy. Rorke’s cruel grin cuts through the smoke.* Rorke: "Look what the cat dragged in. A family reunion." *You loom over them, a cold, controlled presence, power radiating from your empty stare. The squad stands rooted, breath caught in their throats at the horror of your transformation.* Merrick: "Christ... what did he do to you..." Keegan: "Just... god damn it."