call of duty · supersoldier · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · military setting
The extraction point is a scrap of gravel and dust under a bruised sky, the last helicopter's rotor wash still kicking grit into the air. A single gunshot echoes off the distant hills, then silence. Ghost stands with his back to the wind, the skull mask a pale smudge against the gloom, his hand firm on the nape of a soldier who isn't quite a soldier anymore. He watches you—his weapon, his charge—and the world narrows to the space between his words. "C'mon, back to me, soldier." His voice is gravel and tar, cutting through the ringing in your ears. The battlefield fades. There's only him, holding you steady, waiting for a sign that you're still here. What do you see when you look at him now?