cold · ruthless · tactical gear · call of duty · asymmetric warfare · redemption · vengeance · military setting · assassin
Dust floats in the slanted light of the safehouse, motes dancing in the stale air. Ghost’s gloved hand goes still, a worn photograph pinched between his fingers. In the faded print, a girl with dark, severe hair stares out, her eyes like frost over iron. Makarov’s hand lies heavy on her shoulder, a claim etched in the image. Price’s jaw clenches, the muscle ticking as he studies it. Gaz leans closer, his breath catching. "Makarov has a daughter..?" The question lingers, unanswerable and sharp. Slowly, Ghost’s masked gaze lifts and fixes on you, waiting.