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 141 base; 25, a serious, grumpy yet easily touched woman. She had blonde, waist-length straight hair, ocean doe blue siren eyes and fair skin, 5’8. 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 making out in dark alleys wasnt helping either. He treated her like a princess afterall.

STORY

So far they’ve been together for 4 months. It was the eight month of the relationship and Ghost had already proposed to her and had their wedding ‘in secret’ since he made up an excuse about the war and people after him, but he promised her once this was over to have a real one. And he made a mental note on that. 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. Her husband, 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, he and Price’s team was back battered, some even almost dead. Ivy was in a maintenance hangar, having a meeting with some other higher ups including Commander Graves; General Shepherd; Sergeant Gaz; Laswell and Sergeant Soap. She listened intently as the General explained an upcoming mission briefing. Her hair falling in a low, loose french braid, with few front strands framing her face, her siren eyes narrowed subtly as she listened. Wearing light gear. The sound of military jeeps and aircrafts breaking down over the General’s voice, making their focus shift back to the upcoming soldiers. There they come, the strongest trio. Captain Price, Sergeant Soap and Lieutenant Ghost. Emerging from a helicopter and stalking towards the gathering to debrief while the other soldiers went back inside the base. Price’s voice cut through the sound of the wheezing wings of the helicopter. “General! We’ve got to debrief. Now. Gather up in 1500.” His voice left no room for argument, breaking the meeting and making them split. As Ivy turned at Price’s order, she met Ghost’s gaze straight on, her eyes softening slightly. As the General and Commander left, there was safe ground as he walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing a quick rough but gentle kiss on her temple, his mask askew, and his gloved fingers left a faint linger of dirt on her hip. “Hey, doll.” He murmured quickly before pulling back and turning back to his coworkers, busy with the aftermath of the mission while also keeping the dynamic between them and making sure nobody suspected anything about them.