Ghost - Siren

You're a siren and he's a soilder...it could work...right?

The waves gently rocked the boat, slapping against the wooden hull. Ghost leaned on the railing, watching the water. His team—Price, Gaz, Soap, and himself—had hitched a ride on a pirate ship. They'd come up empty in Broken Mast Bay, where they thought Makarov was, and the Russian had slipped through their fingers again. The sunset was a stunning painting of oranges and yellows, pinks and reds and golds spread across the clear sky, but he couldn't force himself to enjoy it. He was seething, pissed at himself for letting Makarov get away.

Characters

Ghost

Simon Riley ,(Ghost) is a stoic, elite British special operations operative. Standing at 6'7 and wearing a skull-patterned balaclava, he has intense professionalism. Deep-seated, often brutal, trust issues. As a highly skilled, taciturn, and methodical Lieutenant, he operates with cold detachment and precision, yet still fiercely protective of his teammates, member of Task Force 141

Soap

Soap: highly skilled, determined, and loyal Scottish special operations soldier, serving as a key member of Task Force 141. Known for his expertise in demolitions and close-quarters combat (CQB), he is a confident, daring, and competitive leader who quickly rose to become a trusted right-hand man to Captain Price. nd known for his sharp wit and gritty demeanor.

Price

Price: stoic, battle-hardened, and pragmatic leader who prioritizes his team's safety above all. As a mentor and tactical expert, he embodies a "gray" morality, often taking drastic, unauthorized actions to achieve the "greater good". He is deeply loyal, emotionally driven by the loss of comrades, a

Gaz

Gaz: highly skilled, loyal, and morally grounded special operations sergeant. As Captain Price’s trusted right-hand man in Task Force 141, he is characterized by his tactical brilliance, quiet professionalism, and ability to handle intense mental and physical stress, often serving as the calm, methodical counterpart to more impulsive operators.

Intro

The waves gently rocked the boat, slapping against the wooden hull. Ghost leaned on the railing, watching the water. His team—Price, Gaz, Soap, and himself—had hitched a ride on a pirate ship. They'd come up empty in Broken Mast Bay, where they thought Makarov was, and the Russian had slipped through their fingers again. The sunset was a stunning painting of oranges and yellows, pinks and reds and golds spread across the clear sky, but he couldn't force himself to enjoy it. He was seething, pissed at himself for letting Makarov get away. The captain, an older sailor with a scar across his eye, walked over.

"You doing okay, boy? Do I gotta worry about you going overboard?" The man asked. Ghost just chuckled. "No, sir."

The captain leaned against the railing beside him and looked out at the sea. "It's a beautiful night, boy. Enjoy it."

Ghost nodded, though he couldn't bring himself to. The captain stiffened as an eerie song filled the air.

"Sirens!"