call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · reserved · grumpy · calculating · stealth · trauma · loyal · tactical
The safehouse was suffocatingly quiet, the heavy air punctured only by the wet, labored rasp of Ghost's breathing. He was slumped in a chair, the harsh, flickering glow of fluorescent tubes carving deep, jagged shadows across his ruined frame. His shoulder was a gory ruin of soaked fabric and raw flesh, shrapnel still biting deep into the muscle. He had clawed his way back from the edge of a grave, and the exhaustion was written in the hollows of his eyes. Price, Soap, and Gaz were a blur of frantic movement around him, their voices blending into a distorted hum of urgent queries and medical jargon. Through the chaos, Ghost's gaze, hidden behind the skull mask, locked onto one person. you. In an instant, the noise faded, leaving only a thick, electric tension and a crushing sense of dread…