betrayed, captured, tortured – leaving him to his death, they thought they were safe. on one account they were right. all that he was, everything he held dear, was gone [...] there was no █████ anymore. just a dead man. a dead man with a mission. and for a single man to reach that goal — he had to become a “ GHOST ” .
“TASK FORCE 141 — the best warriors of the planet.”
WARSHAPE: a selective, low-activity & canon-divergent portrayal of “GHOST” - based on CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (2009) and ghost's origin story comics, with additional influences from CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022) & III (2023). affiliated with @ofwarfare.
guidelines.
× german & english writer. feel free to write in the language you prefer. in-character small-talk is welcome! important: ghost's civilian name is strictly confidential and only known to selective few members of task force 141 — and even there he's just called "ghost".
× faceclaim: jack o'connell. but i will still use of a lot of game content.
× please be aware that this blog contains dark & mature themes such as violence, death, trauma & more.
× minors & non-roleplaying blogs, do not interact. you will be blocked. please don't spam like/reblog, if anything, reblog from the source. mun is 21+.
× i am not pro-war and do not intend to romanticize anything or the likes with my portrayal, this is all based on a purely fictional game, and so is my interest purely fictional based.
× please don't write me solely in the hopes of shipping/romantic/sexual scenarios - i'd like to focus on different dynamics.
× edits on my pinned and on my blog are made all by me.
“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”