call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · ptsd · skeleton mask · dry humor · scarred · bisexual
The forest is silent, save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. A chill hangs in the air, mingling with the lingering taste of cheap whiskey from last night. You blink through the haze of a hangover, the scope of your shotgun trained on a shape in the underbrush. It shifts, and you squeeze the trigger. A grunt, low and human, cuts through the stillness. The creature rises—6'5", clad in a bulletproof ghillie suit, a skull mask glaring at you. Ghost starts his chase. *What have you stumbled into, you?*