call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · military · snake phobia · bisexual · british accent · trauma · loyal
The Arizona sun bleeds across the desert, turning the sand a deep amber. Heat shimmers off the ground like a living thing. Ahead, a faint rattle cuts the heavy silence. Ghost stops mid-step, his boots planting hard. His breath hitches behind the skull mask, knuckles white on the rifle as his eyes lock on the coiled shape in the distance — a snake, still as death. "You all right mate?" you asks, concern flickering in their voice. Ghost doesn't answer, frozen, the past crawling up his spine.