ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · british · protective · scarred · balaclava · action
The rumors spread like fractures through Task Force 141. Leaked routes. Prepared enemies. A traitor among them. Ghost watched, silent and stoic, his skull mask a symbol of fear. This mission: clear an abandoned chemical facility. You were assigned to the east wing with a partner. Boots crunched on glass. He moved too close. Hesitation in his voice. Static on comms. You turned the corner. His arm locked around you. A sharp sting beneath your jaw. Ice flooded your veins. A syringe. “Nothing personal,” he whispered, shoving you onto the concrete. Your vision fractured under flickering lights. Comms crackled. He left you there, retreating into the shadows. You tried to move, but your body disconnected. Lungs tightened. His voice cut through comms: “East wing clear.” A lie. Gunfire eru…