Cast Of Call Of Duty Ghost の小説・ストーリー

Chloe was really dead? No. Impossible. Wasn't this just one of Selena's tricks? How could Chloe be dead? "What... What are you talking about? Chloe can't be dead. You're joking, right? This isn't funny. Tell me this isn't real." Richard grabbed Nick by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot. His voice was almost begging. He needed it to be fake. But reality hit him straight in the face. Everyone around him looked at him with pity. Some even turned away to wipe their tears.

It was about surviving the firestorm that would follow. That night, under the cover of absolute darkness, the team deployed. The stealth glider cut silently through the sky, wings stretched wide like a hunting bird. Jason, Leah, and Ghost sat shoulder to shoulder. Ghost was still weak from his coma, his body stiff, his breathing shallow. But his eyes burned with the same fire Jason remembered from the battlefield. “You shouldn’t be here,” Jason muttered, strapping himself in tighter. Ghost smirked, though it looked painful. “And let you idiots screw it up without me? Not a chance.”

The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER. A year ago, he’d have let it go to voicemail. Now, a deep, primal instinct…the one that had kept him alive in warehouses and dark alleys…prickled at the base of his skull. He answered. “Hello, Silent Killer.” The voice was smooth, confident, and laced with a venom Zhedya hadn’t heard in eight years. It sent a jolt of ice down his spine. The Ghost. The assassin from the warehouse…the man Ian had shot.

"Ghost and Reyes. Jax and Tank. I sweep alone." "Absolutely not," I said. He looked at me. "I'm faster solo." "You're also bleeding from your forehead and carrying a gauntlet that weighs twenty pounds dead." I met his eyes. "You sweep with me." A silence passed between us that had nothing to do with the war. "Fine," Dax said. "Ghost runs with me. Reyes pairs with Jax. Tank takes the rear." He pulled his steel Phase-Knife. I drew my kinetic pistol, checking the magazine out of habit. Fourteen rounds left. I'd have to make them count.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

she said quietly. His eyes darkened. “That’s the plan. Whether I want it or not.” ________________ At the back, an older man sat silent, pale eyes like frost. His patch read Ghost. He hadn’t moved since she came in, but she felt him watching all the same. “He won’t talk much,” Rhett murmured. “But you want someone at your back, it’s him. He’s been through wars — in-country and out. Club legend.” Emily swallowed. Something in Ghost’s stare told her she didn’t want to know the details.

The agent is holding her M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle across her chest while looking intently at the General, alert that every moment, the General might fire at her. “You’re alive?” asked the General, a puzzled look can be traced on the officer's face. Perhaps the General could not believe his very eye. Here, standing in front of him, his previous officer. By the question asked by her former superior, the agent and her comrades could not help but to laugh. “Oh, me? Of course not. I’m Ghost’s soul, I’m here to visit my beloved former General,” she responded sarcastically.

15 told me with a hateful glare on her face. "Likewise," I snapped back at her, my hands balling into fists. The commander cleared her throat once again. "Ladies, let's not misbehave in front of the gentleman." Ares raised his hand, signaling the commander. She rushed to their side, stopping right in front of them. Uncle Aaron shot them a deadly glare but he didn't make a move. They had no idea who he was. Nobody knew who he was. That's why they called him Ghost. He pretended to be their friend, kindly introducing himself to them.

Zain sounded weary and dreading whatever the next question might be. "This Ghost guy. Who is he?" "I don't know. One of the other guys worked with him on a few ops back in his SEAL days. Ghost has popped up a few times and helped when things got hairy. I figured I'd try reaching out to him once." "I think he knew who was attacking us and he just didn't say." "Yeah, well, we aren't going to get answers out of Ghost. You guys good until the morning?" Vaughn glanced around the room. The others gave him a thumbs up. "Yeah, we're good."