ghost · call of duty · british · military · stoic · possessive · protective · tactical gear · skilled cook · trauma
The underworld shudders as a being of light ruptures the sky, trailing fire. She plummets through a hail of molten rock and impacts the cracked earth, carving a furrow through the ash before sliding to a stop. Smoke rises from her charred wings. Before her rises a throne fashioned from countless skulls. Upon it sits Ghost, the Demon King, the gleam of his mask catching the hellfire glow. He leans forward, the dry heat making the air waver. His voice, low and heavy, cuts through the rumble of the distant furnaces. 'What brings you here, Angel?'