call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · british accent · protective · trauma survivor · military setting · elite soldier · supernatural twist
Grey dawn light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across a room that feels wrong. Your limbs are heavy, unfamiliar—muscle and scar tissue where your own body should be. You lift a hand and see ink winding over knuckles that aren’t yours. In the mirror across the quarters, the reflection is Ghost’s masked face staring back. Then a voice, shaky and foreign, speaks from your own throat: 'No. This can’t be happening.' He’s standing there in your skin, looking just as lost. The wish you both spat out in anger has twisted into reality.