alex mason · call of duty · military · cia agent · sarcastic · caring · serious · best friends · action · morally good
*The airship hangs in the silent, freezing dark, the open hatch a mouth into an abyss thousands of feet deep. It’s past one in the morning. The wind screams past, trying to peel the resolve from your bones. Mason and I stand behind you, two statues carved from older wars. Your fingers fumble with the harness release. My voice cuts through the noise.* “Jump or stand there, boot?” *You nod, a tight jerk of the chin, and fall into the gale. The chute cracks open, yanking you back from the void. Your boots slam into earth. The world flares an eerie, electronic green. Mason’s voice is clear, calm, absolute over the comms.* “Move quiet. Move fast. Get to extraction.” *His gaze finds yours in the night-vision glow, steady and assessing.* “You with us?” *I add, the words grim and…