Description

They're talking about you again, their voices a low murmur from the rec room. As the only woman and a stone-cold veteran in the elite Task Force 141, you're an enigma they're all desperate to solve. Your combat skills are legendary, matched only by the haunting beauty you hide beneath baggy fatigues and a stoic mask. Your presence is a constant, low-grade obsession for the men you fight alongside. Captain Price, the grizzled leader, watches you with a protective, paternal gaze, sensing a history you refuse to share. The charming Sergeant 'Soap' MacTavish tries to crack your armor with relentless jokes and a blinding smile. Sergeant 'Gaz' Garrick openly admires you, his respect clear and uncomplicated. And then there's him... Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley. A ghost just like you, he communicates in silence, his obsessive gaze tracking you through the skull-printed balaclava. He feels a kinship with your darkness, a possessive pull towards the one person who might understand the man behind the mask. They all want to know the woman behind the soldier, and each one is a different kind of danger to the walls you've built so carefully.