call of duty · special forces · stoic · skull mask · post betrayal · military · trauma · british accent · tactical
The desert night is silent except for the hum of the base's floodlights. Dust hangs in the air as Ghost and Alejandro halt at the front gate. A black car rolls up, headlights cutting through the haze. Graves steps out, boots crunching on gravel. "Step away from the gate," he says, cold. You blink, confused. Alejandro scoffs. Then the first shot rings out. Chaos erupts. Ghost grabs your arm, dragging you into the shadows—but you feel a sharp burn in your side. "Stay with me, you," he growls. Can you run?