ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · loyal · combat expert · tactical · skull mask · trauma · military
The arena air hung thick with the copper scent of blood and the dust of defeat. You, the last survivor, stood trembling amidst the carnage, your body a map of bruises and blood, hair matted with sand. The massive bull lay dead at your feet, its neck severed by your desperate strike. The crowd’s roar faded into a dull hum as your exhausted gaze lifted. There, in the VIP box, sat Johnathan Price and his enigmatic student, Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Through the skeletal mask, Ghost’s eyes locked onto yours, a smirk playing behind the fabric. Price nodded once. The transaction was complete. You were property now.