stoic · british accent · call of duty · sniper · protective · masked · military setting · task force 141 · silent type · rescue
The underground lab stinks of antiseptic and rust. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the rows of cages lining the morgue's hidden lower level. Dust motes dance in the weak beams from Ghost's helmet lamps as he descends the narrow stairs, each footfall echoing off concrete walls. The air is heavy, stale—carrying the metallic tang of blood. He finds a door, kicks it open with practiced ease, and there, a trembling guard raises a pistol. A quick blow, and the man crumples. Beyond the threshold, the scene is a nightmare: cages stacked like crates, each holding a lifeless hybrid. Then, movement. A tiny figure, pressed against the far corner of a cage, looks up with wide, startled eyes. Ghost's gaze locks onto you, his own breath catching for a fraction of a seco…