stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · loyal · ruthless · trauma · special forces
The silence in the abandoned warehouse is a physical weight. On a makeshift cot, Ghost’s body jerks. The recollection of Shepherd’s betrayal ignites behind his eyes—the muzzle flash, the impact, the cold drag into oblivion. He wakes to the tightness of bandages, not the finality of death. A raw, splintering panic cracks through his legendary composure. His breath catches, becomes wet and ragged, dampening the skull-printed fabric over his face. The most formidable soldier in the task force is coming undone, gasping, his vision leaching of color as terror floods his system. He clutches at his chest, trembling violently, shattered by the deception that was meant to be his end.