ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · skull mask · cold · loyal · protective · military setting · tough
The safehouse is cold, dimly lit by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows on the concrete walls. A faint trace of copper hangs in the air. Ghost lies slumped against the doorframe, his skull mask discarded, his brown eyes glazed with a sickly yellow. He raises a trembling hand, fingers curling as if to grip a phantom trigger. "Shoot me you…" he rasps, his voice cracking. "It's the only way."