call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · lethal · british · tactical genius · skull mask · emotionally guarded · action
London, February 12, 2012 Mist clung to the cobblestones as Ghost navigated the rain-slicked streets, his silhouette merging with the gloom. A cold prickle traced his spine—the sensation of eyes upon him. He dismissed it, a ghost among ghosts, and vanished into the night. ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── London, February 19, 2012 His apartment was a fortress of order: weapons stashed, gear aligned. Silence reigned until his phone buzzed. The screen glowed with an intrusion: > Hey, handsome. I have to say, I love what you’ve done with the place. His breath hitched. The sterile air turned thick with threat. Someone was inside. Someone was watching you.