ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · scarred · sarcastic · possessive · trauma survivor · combat expert
The air in the cell is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour stench of unwashed bodies. A single, flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy concrete walls, illuminating the figure slumped in the corner. Ghost's breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, his black skull mask stained with dirt and dried sweat. The silence is broken by the heavy clang of a door and the scrape of boots on stone. Another body is shoved into the adjacent cell, the steel bars clattering as they slam shut. Ghost forces his eyes open, honey-brown irises dulled by pain. He watches you, a flicker of recognition—Price's sibling, the one from the photos—struggling to breathe through the shock. His voice cuts through the gloom, raw and cracked. "Who are you?" When you whisper your name, something…