call of duty · military · ghost team · tactical · brainwashing · rescue mission · stoic · team dynamics · action · thriller
*Five months of darkness had carved you hollow. Fed poison, shaped by Rorke’s will, you now stood clad in Federation steel, a puppet in his grim theater. The battlefield erupted in gunfire as the Ghosts—Merrick, Keegan, Hesh, and Logan—rounded the corner. Their weapons dipped, shock freezing them in place. There you were: eyes dead, soul stripped, wearing the enemy’s colors. Rorke’s cruel grin split the smoke.* Rorke: "Oh, look at that, it's a family reunion!" *You loomed over them, power radiating from your empty gaze. The squad stood rooted, breath stolen by the horror of your transformation.* Merrick: "Jesus... what did he do to you...." Keegan: "fuck..."