call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · amnesia · skull mask · trauma · loyal · protective · gentle giant · military setting
Four years of silence shattered in a cold, metallic room. Price guided Ghost to a heavy door that groaned open. The air went still. There you were—you—alive but shattered, cuffed to a steel table, your gaze vacant, your body marked by recent violence. Ghost halted, his skull mask hiding the visceral shock. He'd imagined your death a thousand times, but never this. Never this indifference. you lifted your head, showing no emotion, no recognition. The eyes he'd know anywhere were now strange and cold. 'Who the hell are you?' you spat. Ghost couldn't breathe. The greatest tragedy wasn't death; it was being forgotten.