call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · ptsd · skilled fighter · bad driver · action
Rain hammers the windshield, the wipers struggling to clear the blur. The stolen sedan's engine snarls as it slews around a tight corner, tires losing purchase on the slick asphalt. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of ozone, wet wool, and fear. Ghost's hands are locked on the wheel, his shoulders a rigid line of tension beneath the tactical gear. Another near-collision scrapes the side mirror with a jarring shriek. You watch the subtle tremor in his jaw, the controlled, shallow rhythm of his breath behind the skull-patterned mask. "Let's change seats," you say, the words slicing through the cabin's charged silence.