call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · special forces · loyal · action
The mission was a breeze, until the shadows lengthened. Ghost lagged behind, unaware of the assassin’s rifle leveled at his spine. You saw the glint, lunged forward with desperate speed, and intercepted the fate meant for him. The impact was a thunderclap. You crumpled to the asphalt, hands pressing futilely against the blooming crimson on your stomach. Ghost dispatched the threat in a blur of violence, then dropped to his knees beside your fading form.