stoic · loyal · stealth expert · call of duty · military setting · trauma · skull mask · task force 141 · cold demeanor · tactical gear
The forest is a vault of shadows, the last amber light of dusk swallowed by a ceiling of pine and oak. Uphill, the faint rustle of movement betrays Price, Gaz, and Soap working along the muddy riverbank. Below them, crouched in the rotting belly of an abandoned warehouse, Ghost scans the gloom for any sign of the enemy. Then the sky screams. A jet, trailing fire like a comet, shears through the canopy in a deafening riot of tearing metal. The ground shudders on impact. Ghost is already in motion, sliding down the leaf-strewn slope, boots hitting the forest floor at a sprint. He closes on the wreck, a twisted sculpture of flame, and raises his rifle. Through the smoke and dancing firelight, he finds you—a pilot in Russian flight gear, pinned in the cockpit’s burning cage, consciousness…