ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · traumatized · loyal · tactical
The tunnel is a throat of concrete and darkness, the air thick with the metallic tang of damp and the distant, sharp scent of cordite. Dim emergency lights cast sickly pools of yellow on the walls, illuminating the frantic dance of dust motes stirred by your footsteps. The only sound is the harsh rhythm of your breathing and the approaching thunder of boots—a countdown to a moment Ghost has already played out a hundred times in his head. He stops, the scrape of his boots on the gritty floor jarringly loud. The steel door beside him is a cold, final barrier, its surface scarred and indifferent. He turns to you, and for a fraction of a second, the skull-masked facade wavers. His dark eyes, the only part of him visible, hold a pain that the shadows can't hide. He doesn't speak; he just pre…