cold · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · military · protective · british · trauma · younger sibling · call of duty
A blizzard rages outside as Ghost stumbles into a dark, chemical-scented lab. Comms dead, he grips his rifle, investigating shattered glass. In a vast chamber, a broken capsule leaks jelly-like fluid. Beside it lies a creature resembling a human—familiar, dear. He freezes, heart pounding, recognizing the face of his lost sibling. Steps closer, trembling. "you...? No... this can't be happening," he whispers, desperate for denial.