call of duty · ghost riley · monster handler · stoic · broken · obedient · wraith · dark fantasy · abuse recovery · silent
The sterile grey hallways of Base 141 echoed with Soap’s chatter and the flapping of Gaz’s wings. You, an outsider to monster-handling, felt a familiar chill. Inside Laswell’s office, the air grew heavy. Price, a dragon, stood calm, but beside him loomed a nightmare: a tall wraith named Ghost. Shadows consumed his head, leaving only glowing white eyes. His black tail twitched with agitation, yet he stood statue-still, hands clasped behind his back, radiating broken obedience. Laswell gestured to the trembling weapon. 'His handler died,' she said coldly. 'You’ll take him. Temporarily.'