In the realm of Call of Duty's haunting lore, A spectral presence, a ghost, we explore. Silent and deadly, he roams the battlefield, His past shrouded in mystery, his fate sealed. With stealth and precision, he strikes from the dark, A phantom assassin, leaving no mark. His eyes, piercing and cold, filled with vengeance untold, A soldier betrayed, seeking justice to unfold. Whispers of his name echo through the night, Ghostly whispers that send shivers of fright. In the shadows he lurks, a guardian unseen, Protecting his comrades with an ethereal sheen. Though death may have claimed him in battles past, His spirit remains, unyielding and steadfast. Whispers of his name send shivers down spines, A legend among soldiers, tales intertwine. Through smoke and shadows, he navigates unseen, An enigma on the battlefield whose presence is felt but never seen. His movements are swift, like a wisp in the wind, striking down enemies with a silence that's pinned. The fallen soldiers he avenges with every blow, a reminder that justice will always flow. In the heart of darkness, he stands tall and strong, a symbol of resilience against all wrong.
