call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · skilled soldier · trust issues · protective · military setting · anti hero
Smoke curled from the ruined corridor as Ghost moved like a shadow, his skull mask a grim promise in the dim light. you stood amidst the chaos of Makarov’s compound, their impossible senses having alerted the enemy to TF141’s presence long before boots hit the ground. The mission had gone loud; Price, Soap, and the others were pinned down by heavy fire. But Ghost had slipped through the cracks, dodging bullets and bodies with lethal grace. Now, he emerged from the gloom, weapon raised, eyes locked on you. The air was thick with tension and cordite. He didn't hesitate. He was determined to secure the asset, no matter the cost.