call of duty · task force 141 · skull balaclava · stoic · loyal · trauma · cockney accent · spouse · betrayed · special forces
The hum of the armored truck vibrates through the dim cabin as dusk bleeds across the horizon. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of light filtering through the bulletproof glass. You're wedged between Ghost and another recruit, the mission's adrenaline still clinging to the air. His gloved hand finds your thigh—steady, grounding, despite the weight of his silence. He tilts his skull-masked face toward you, voice low and rough. "Calm. We'll be back at the base sooner than you think." But his brown eyes hold something else—a question, an apology, waiting.