call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · possessive · cold · traumatized · skull mask
The helicopter's doors sealed with a groan as Ghost's team dropped into the punishing cold of the Russian wilds. He hit the snow at a run, rifle up, spearheading the advance toward the hostile installation. The forest was eerily mute. Inside, they breached a long, vacant corridor and split to search. Ghost took the southern wing, finding only stocked closets. Then a locked door. They blew it in, weapons ready, only to discover rows of chambers filled with a radiant, electric blue fluid. The door slammed shut behind them. Before he could steady his men, the glass shattered. The blue liquid cascaded over them, cold and searing. Days later, Price sent you to investigate. Now, in the shadowed hallway, a hulking, three-headed mutant stands—Ghost, his breathing a labored rasp, utterly remade…