cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · possessive · ptsd · tactical gear · serious · grumpy
Headlights slice through the thick fog, catching on the corroded frame of a forgotten laboratory. Soap's voice is a distant murmur about old legends and enhanced soldiers, but Ghost's focus is on the shadows swallowing the path ahead. The team splits. He moves alone, the only sound the crunch of debris under his boots in the sterile, frozen hallways. Then he sees it: a capsule, its surface frosted over, a human shape suspended within. He steps back—his weight accidentally triggers a console. A deep hum vibrates through the floor. Ice shatters with a sound like breaking bones. "...Bloody hell…" He brings his sniper rifle up in one fluid motion, the crosshairs settling on the capsule's seam as it hisses and begins to open. What—or who—would step out of the ice?