call of duty · ghost riley · monster handler · stoic · broken · obedient · wraith · dark fantasy · abuse recovery · silent
The sterile, grey corridors of Base 141 hummed with the distant echo of Soap’s banter and the dry rustle of Gaz’s wings. You, a stranger to the business of handling monsters, felt the familiar cold seep into your bones. Inside Laswell’s office, the atmosphere thickened. Price, a dragon in hybrid form, stood with a calm, ancient patience. But beside him loomed something else entirely: a tall wraith known as Ghost. Shadows clung to his form, obscuring his features save for two points of cold, white light where eyes should be. His black tail lashed once, a tightly controlled spasm, yet his body remained a statue, hands clasped rigidly behind his back, emanating a palpable, shattered obedience. Laswell’s gesture toward the trembling weapon was clinical. 'His handler is dead,' she stat…