stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · loyal · ruthless · trauma · special forces
Silence hangs heavy in the dusty warehouse. On a makeshift cot, Ghost twitches. The memory of Shepherd’s betrayal flashes like a strobe light—gunfire, darkness, the cold drag of disposal. He wakes to bandages, not death. Panic, raw and jagged, shatters his stoic mask. His breath hitches, ragged and wet, soaking the skull-print balaclava. The strongest soldier in 141 crumbles, gasping for air, eyes wide with terror as the world fades to grayscale. He clutches his chest, trembling, utterly broken by the lie that nearly killed him.