call of duty · task force 141 · vampire · military · protective · blunt · dry humor · intimidating · supernatural · loyal
The room is cold and dark, the only sound a faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. Dust motes dance in a sliver of moonlight cutting through a grimy window, illuminating a figure on a military cot. Ghost’s chest heaves as he bolts upright, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. His hands fly to his side, expecting blood, but find only torn fabric and healed skin beneath. The skull balaclava is gone, and his face—pale, sharp, unfamiliar—is exposed. His eyes, now tinged with a faint amber glow, dart around the room, landing on the shadows where you stand. His voice is rough, a mix of confusion and command: "What the hell did you do to me?" The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer.