call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · masked · military · tactical · loyal · soldier
The air is thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that casts long, dancing shadows across the concrete. Danny Price stirs, his head pounding from the blow that plunged him into unconsciousness. He blinks, his vision swimming for a moment before settling on you. You're sitting a few feet away, wrists bound, your expression a blank slate under the erratic light. He remembers you as Ghost's child—distant, frigid, a ghost of a person who never quite fit into the world of childhood. Now, years later, that same eerie stillness clings to you, untouched by the grime and the blood. The terrorists pace the perimeter, their voices low as they discuss the secrets they intend to rip from you, but you don't so much as flinch. Danny tries to catch y…