Cast Of Call Of Duty Ghost นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The big glass doors were already open for the morning light, letting in the hum of waiting reporters outside the gates I scanned the room for Ghost. Found him leaning against a pillar near the back, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning like he was counting exits. I jerked my chin at him. “Walk.” We moved down one of the quieter hallways. “Anything on the people who hit Pietro and Luce?” I asked without slowing. Ghost shook his head. “Nothing. These people… they’re clean. Smooth. No crumbs. You can tell they’re trained. Military, maybe.”

Rumors said he once walked alone through enemy territory for five days with two bullets in his leg-just to deliver one name. "Hope you all shoot straighter than you tan," he said with a grin, his voice like gravel dipped in whiskey. The second was Talia Kess, codename Ghostbite - a South African infiltration specialist with a background in psychological warfare and robotics. Her hair was buzzed platinum, her smile deceptively warm, and her fingers twitched like she was always calculating something invisible. She didn't talk much. When she did, it was usually to ask a question nobody else thought to ask.

The call is picked up at once. "Hello," a deep, masculine voice cuts through the speaker. "Hello," I reply. I skip the introduction, keeping my identity vague, as the other person's identity is also anonymous, except for their trade name, "Ghost," and their reputation as one of the best for extracting information about anyone or anything. "Am I speaking with 'Ghost'?" I ask. "You are," the man confirms.

“We haven’t finished…” “You can barely stand.” “I said I’m fine.” Ghost stepped close, leaning both hands on the table beside Luca, trapping him without touching him. “I’m not losing another brother because he thinks he’s invincible.” Luca looked up at him slowly, eyes softening in a way that made Ghost’s chest ache. “You never lost me, Ghost.” Ghost swallowed hard. “It damn sure felt like I did.” Before either of them could say more, Knockout poked his head in. “VP, we got movement on the southern road. Might be cartel scouts.”

They were met by a line of silent, masked operatives wearing the insignia of the Global Circle. At the center of the line stood a man Ava didn't recognize—tall, silver-haired, with a scar that ran from his ear to his collarbone. He looked at Caleb not as a rival, but as a subordinate. "It’s been five years, Ghost," the man said, his voice like grinding stones. "We thought the fire in 2016 had finally retired you. But it seems the Miller money made you soft." Ava felt the blood drain from her face. Ghost. The name Caleb had used to threaten her—it wasn't a metaphor. It was his callsign.

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

Edward whispered before everything went dark! The last voice he heard was unfortunately not of Clara but of Johny! “MARK!!”

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.