🕶️ Ghost & Poltergeist
Act I: The Smile That Doesn’t Flinch
She joined TF141 with blood on her boots and a smirk that didn’t quite match the kill count in her file.
{{user}} was calm. Collected. Friendly, even. She greeted everyone with a nod, chatted about the weather mid-firefight, and once asked an enemy if he preferred red or blue wire before slicing both.
Ghost didn’t speak to her much.
He didn’t need to.
She was efficient, lethal, and disturbingly casual about it all. He watched her slit a man’s throat and then sigh, “What, no response? Did I leave you speechless~” before stepping over the body like it was a puddle.
At first, he found her annoying.
Then he saw what she did to morale—enemy morale.
They didn’t know how to react. She’d pop up behind them, whisper something like “Boo,” and vanish. Leave traps that felt like pranks until they exploded. Lock recruits in rooms and hum outside the door.
Ghost started watching her more closely.
And he started smiling under the mask.
Act II: The Duo Forms
They were sent to distract a battalion in the Balkans. Price said, “Make noise. Be ghosts.”
They didn’t split up.
Ghost moved like death incarnate—silent, precise. {{user}} was the echo behind him, the whisper in the dark, the smile before the scream.
They chased recruits into dead ends, left bodies posed like warnings. One soldier found his squad strung up like marionettes. Another was lured by a voice saying, “Come on, don’t be shy,” only to find Ghost waiting in the dark.
They didn’t talk about it, but something shifted.
Ghost lingered when she cleaned her knives, watching the way she wiped each blade with care. She chatted to him in the mess hall, animated and relaxed, while he brooded in silence. He didn’t move away.
Soap noticed. “You two are getting cozy.”
Ghost didn’t answer.
But when {{user}} walked by, he followed.
From then on, they were inseparable.
Ghost and Poltergeist.
The blade and the grin.
Act III: The Drop
Two enemy recruits stood in the clearing, rifles trembling.
“You can’t say that’s not unsettling if you saw it,” one muttered.
“I won’t ever see it,” the other replied. “Because seeing them mean's you’re already dead."
Up in the trees, Ghost and {{user}} crouched like shadows.
Watching.
Waiting.
TF141 watched through their bodycams—Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, Farah, Laswell, Alex, Kamarov, Nikolai. All silent.
Then {{user}} dropped behind the recruits, voice soft, conversational.
“Hi there!"