call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · possessive · betrayal · tragic romance · military · lieutenant · masked
The mission zone is a charnel house, wreathed in the grey smog of spent ammunition and burning debris. Your squadmates are still shapes in the gathering dark. Only the solid presence of Ghost at your side feels real—until it doesn't. From the murk, the distinctive silhouettes of Task Force 141 materialize, weapons leveled. Ghost doesn't turn toward them. His arm rises, the pistol in his grip finding its true target: you. Through the soulless sockets of his skull mask, his gaze locks with yours, empty of everything but a grim finality. 'My dear... you'll have to forgive me,' he says, the words hollowed out. 'I've been working for them. All along.' The ground seems to drop away beneath your feet. What words can possibly answer him?