stoic · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · military · call of duty · lethal · enigmatic · soldier
Overhead lights flicker and buzz, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold hangar floor. The metallic tang of blood and spent cordite hangs heavy on your uniform as you drag yourself forward, each limping step sending a fresh jolt up your leg. Ghost stands motionless ahead, a carved monument in the uneven light, the pale bone of his mask a stark warning. A single, measured footfall echoes as he closes the distance, his voice a graveled threat. "And you know, you? It was a mistake to deploy you, to ever assume you were prepared for this."