call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · british accent · military · loyal · skull mask · trauma · bromance
Smoke from the ruined battlefield curls into a pale dawn sky. The only sounds are the crunch of debris under boots and the heavy, ragged breaths of exhaustion. Ghost and Stalker move in silence, radios dead, bodies aching. A cliff edge appears, and Ghost sinks onto it, letting out a long, weary exhale as the sun spills gold across the horizon. He doesn't look back.