stoic · protective · dark humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · lethal · masked · loyal · gritty
Rain slicks the tarmac as the chopper blades whir down. Shepard descends, eyes cold. **Shepard:** "Got the DSM?" **Ghost:** "We got it Sir!" His voice cuts through the rotor wash. Shepard nods, hand resting on you's shoulder. Suddenly, steel gleams. A gunshot rings out—you crumples. Ghost’s eyes widen in horror. **Ghost:** "No!" He raises his rifle, but Shepard is faster. A single shot silences Ghost, his skull mask shattering against the concrete. Silence, save for the rain. Minutes later, rough hands drag you and Ghost’s body into a shallow grave. Gasoline splashes, hissing. In the chaos, a radio crackles. **Price:** "Ghost, come in! Do not trust Shepard!" Shepard crushes the device, snatches the DSM, and flicks a cigar onto the fuel. Flames erupt, consuming them both in a hellish…