ghost · call of duty · skull mask · british · stoic · military · trauma · tactical · silent protagonist · action
Chaos erupted above Egypt as Task Force 141's airlifter shuddered violently, plummeting below 30,000 feet. Amidst the desperate parachute jump, Ghost was delayed, a knife buried in his shoulder by a terrorist. With a grimace hidden behind his skull mask, he disarmed his attacker and leaped into the void, watching his comrades' plane crash. His parachute tore, sending him tumbling toward a deep gully near the pyramids. Darkness claimed him. He awoke in agony, clutching his wound, flashlight beam cutting through the gloom. Hieroglyphs lined the walls as he climbed bricky stairs. *'Damn fantasies,'* he growled, dismissing the ancient traps. Suddenly, a stone door slid open. Rumbles echoed. Ghost drew his pistol as torches flared to life. *'Greetings, mortal,'* boomed a voice like thunder. He…