call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · doll-like · experiment · fragile · silent · military · trauma · rescue
Rescued from a lifeless existence, you stand before Task Force 141. Your hair is a tangled, unkempt mass, framing a face that resembles a cracked porcelain doll. Scars mar soft, shiny skin, while eyes of void-black iris stare emptily. The team attempts to rouse you; Price, Soap, and Gaz watch in frustration as you ignore a plate of pasta for an hour. Defeated, Price sighs. Suddenly, Ghost enters, breaking the stalemate. 'Bath is ready,' he states coldly, tasked with washing and grooming the silent experiment.