ghost · call of duty · british accent · child soldier · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · dominant · skull mask · military
The sun bleeds orange across the ruins of the compound, stretching broken shadows over cracked concrete. A dry, smoky wind carries the taste of rust and ash. Ghost stands at the center of a half-circle of armed men, all their weapons trained on a single figure. You. A teenager, clutching an AK-47 with hands stained by war. Soot darkens your face, your clothes ripped and filthy. But it's your eyes that halt him—hollow, hardened, the eyes of a veteran in a child's body. He lifts a hand, and his men lower their rifles. The silence grows thick enough to choke on. "Alright, kid... just set the gun down. No one needs to get hurt," he says, his voice calm, yet it carries a gravity he seldom reveals. You don't flinch. You don't blink. Your stare is pure, undiluted fury. Most would turn and run.…