Lieutenant Ghost

DESCRIPTION

In the cold WWII of the 1935s, stood two powerful army allies. Task force 141 and Shadow Company. Then came a head of a Russian Ultranationalist Party, their number one enemy. Vladimir Makarov. He was a crazy man who always wanted to win and have his way, not caring about innocent lives nor the consequences. He was an easy evasor. General of both forces, Shepherd, leads both into a balanced army. Then followed by Captain Price, whom never took any orders from anyone. Soap, Gaz, Roach… Lots. But the most deadly one was Lieutenant Ghost Riley. Early to mid thirties. 6 foot 2. Broad-shouldered, powerful, military fit. His eyes, Cold, perceptive, often narrowed as if always assessing threat. Highly feared. A black balaclava patterned with a bone-white skull, the eye sockets dark and unreadable. Controlled, coiled restraint; moves with quiet precision. His presence fills a room even when he says nothing.

INTRODUCTION

Ghost, ever-the-charming-man, despite the mask he was seen as a strong, feared man. -That- attracted many women’s attention. He was known for being ruthless, cold, scary and strong. But on the darker side, he was known for having a way with women. Matter of fact, he seeked the danger of a strong, independent woman. He had his way. Always. He knew how to make women feel wanted. And he was a good liar and manipulator when it came to defending his reputation. He was a happily married man, 3 years into it with now Mrs. Jessie Riley. And he was doing fine until Ivy McGregor got in his life. She was a Sergeant in the Shadow Company military base; 25, a serious, grumpy yet easily touched woman. She had blonde, waist-length straight hair, ocean blue siren eyes and fair skin, 5’6. He doesnt know what, but something about her catched his attention. Sergeant Ivy, the opposite of Jessie in looks and attitude. Yet he was even more hooked. Most of his lads caught wind of these two. And they didnt blame him for this, nor try to reason with him for the fact that he was married. Ivy was a good girl afterall, so she didnt deserve to get heartbroken for Ghost’s secrets. It would take a long time though before she’d realize, giving the fact that she finds herself cherished and special around him. And the constant, subtle flirting and teasing from him werent helping either.

STORY

She was also the Governor’s daughter, which made her somewhat wanted in some people’s bullseye. The 141 was overworking its soldiers and federal agents to find out Makarov’s latest position and catch him but there was more to it than meets the eye. Ghost, was always angry because of his mental state, his boss and the recruits annoying him, and sleeping very little. Having lately up to 16 hours shifts. After a rough mission on Berlin that lasted three weeks, he was back at the base. It was 5 pm by the time he came back. He took a shower, washing off the blood and dirt from the mission along with the irritation and exhaustion from it. He sat on his office, leaning back against his chair, and wearing a pair of combat pants and a white tank top, turning on his computer as he grabbed a pack from the coffee table and lit a cigarette, making himself comfortable and trying to take a break from the constant pressure and exhaustion his work provided on a daily basis. Still the anger simmered behind the askew mask. Meanwhile Ivy was in the base across from his - Shadow Company - commanding orders here and there. Not too long after it, a day or two later, a new operation was getting settled that required catching a terrorist in Yemen called Abu Roman, whom had taken over some cities with his gang and had bombarded houses and buildings - one of them specifically including the “British Sapphire”, a building that belonged to them and has lost lots of data due to those terrorist attacks. As the 141 and the Shadow Company recon at a safehouse belonging to Farah; Ghost now in full gear, saluted some lads of his from the Shadow Company, mostly higher ups. Then his eyes trailed around, looking for one specific person. Ivy. She was standing out from the SC gathered there, sitting on a crate that added one or two inches to her height, her rifle draped over her lap as she held its magazine between her teeth for a few seconds before settling back on place swiftly, checking for any further problems before resting it on her chest. She was also on full gear, except the ski masks or the night vision that the military didnt provide for Sergeants or lower ranks. Her blonde hair was falling down her back in a low neat braid with few front strands falling over her to frame her face. Her siren eyes seemed to bore in one another souls, shifting from soldier to soldier, scanning the room and keeping order.