Cast Of Call Of Duty Ghost นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Shadows darted between the crumbling pillars, their enemies blending into the darkness. Ayesha ducked behind a crate, firing precise shots at the guards. Adrian moved with lethal efficiency, taking down one after another. Reva and Priya provided cover fire from the upper level, forcing their enemies into retreat. "The main control room is ahead," Azrael’s voice crackled through their earpieces. "The Ghost has to be there." Ayesha locked eyes with Adrian. "Let’s finish this." They sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned halls.

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

Standing around the glowing, holographic tactical table were the leaders of the new digital world. Marcus (DragonSlayer99), the towering Paladin and Commander of the Ghost Army, leaned heavily on his silver broadsword. Next to him stood Jax, the glitch-kid, spinning the golden Admin Key around his index finger. And completing the triad was Brog, the massive NPC blacksmith, who looked incredibly out of place among the players, yet carried an aura of undeniable authority. "Wraith," Marcus nodded respectfully as Ren approached the table. "Report," Ren said, getting straight to the point. The phantom weight of the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle settled comfortably on his digital back.

But, she froze upon staring at the screen. There was currently an ongoing call to a name listed as ‘Home’. The worst part was, that the call was already picked up by the receiver. “Jennet, is that you?” The voice of a woman emerged from the speaker. Jennet turned mute and her hands trembled. She knew so well whose voice that was although she had not heard the voice for years. “Hello, Jennet?” The woman hadn’t given up. Hue saw the speechless look on Jennet’s pale face. He snatched the device from her hands and said, “Hello, I am Hue Hedo and I am…umph!”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

They glowed with an impressive light which made all of us just shook in their presence. "I am Astanaklastika." Guardian of Speed. The first one on the left said. "I am Dynamisus." Guardian of Strength. The second one on the left said. "I am Duatmenthes." Guardian of Elemental Control. The first one on the right said. "I am Lagomsa." Guardian of Teleportation. The second one on the right said. "I am Cothro." Guardian of Elemental Balance. The largest one said, and she sounded and looked more feminine than the rest.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

Lena stepped back slightly. “Oh no,” she muttered. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.” Alina looked between them. “You’re seriously doing this now?” The Ghost smiled faintly. “You said it yourself.” He lifted the rifle— This time aiming directly at Arun. “I don’t miss.” Arun didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “Then take the shot.” A long pause. The trigger tightened slightly— But didn’t fire. Instead— The Ghost slowly lowered the weapon.