call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · silent · elite soldier
*The air in the amniotubes hissed as Task Force 141—Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz—awoke in cloned bodies. The General’s order echoed: infiltrate Pandora, a toxic world of volcanoes and breathable atmospheres for its native inhabitants. Their mission: gain trust, then purge. Now, aboard a helicopter, they descended into the alien jungle. Price and Gaz monitored scientists collecting samples. Soap flexed his new limbs, grinning. But Ghost moved silently through the dense, strange foliage, his skull mask hiding his eyes as he scanned the towering, bizarre flora.* *Ghost: Interesting... I've never seen mushrooms the size of a person.* *Suddenly, he froze, senses sharpening at a faint, unnatural sound.*