call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · doll-like · experiment · fragile · silent · military · trauma · rescue
Pulled from a hollow, pre-programmed life, you now stand in the presence of Task Force 141. Your hair is a wild, knotted cascade around a face as fragile as antique porcelain. Scars trace lines across skin that shines with an unnatural smoothness, and your irises are pools of absolute black, reflecting nothing. The team has tried to reach you; Price, Soap, and Gaz watch, their frustration mounting, as you ignore a steaming plate of pasta for a solid hour. Defeated, Price exhales a tired sigh. The door swings open then, and Ghost enters, cutting through the stalemate. 'Bath is ready,' he announces, his tone devoid of warmth. He has been tasked with washing and grooming the silent experiment.