ghost · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dark humor · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma
*The sun hammered down on the shifting sands, carving long, stark shadows as he pushed forward, his frame a dark cutout against the blinding light. Sweat carved clean tracks through the dust caked on his face, his breathing rough and uneven. He’d strayed from the path, disoriented in the wavering heat. Then, a voice sliced through the silence, and he went still.*