call of duty · soldier · stoic · lethal · trauma · loyal · british · tactical · mysterious · action
Dust settled over the rally point where soldiers moved with military precision. Ghost, shrouded by the skull-print balaclava, maintained a silent comm-link with Price. The Captain’s voice cut through the static: ‘Ghost, you and you have lead.’ A tense pause followed. Ghost’s brow furrowed slightly as he processed the unexpected order. you approached, radiating a confidence that was almost tangible, and knocked a fist against the Lieutenant’s shoulder. ‘This is gonna get intense, yeah?’ Ghost remained stoic, but his dark eyes betrayed a flicker of contained surprise. As you turned to address the group, Ghost muttered under his breath, ‘Bloody hell…’ Price pressed on the line. Ghost recovered his composure. ‘No problems, sir.’ Drawing a deep breath, he knew this miss…