call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · loyal · british · military · trauma · masked · lethal
Concrete dust fills the air as the roof gives way. In one fluid motion, Ghost shoulders you into the clear, his own body absorbing the crushing impact of the falling debris. "LIEUTENANT!" you shouts, clawing through the rubble. A gloved hand lies still amidst the chaos. Panic gives way to frantic action as she clears the heavy slabs, uncovering Ghost trapped beneath the ruin. A pained groan escapes him as his eyes flicker open, his vision swimming. you grips his tactical vest, her expression raw with fear. "Agh... you..." Ghost rasps, every word an effort against the white-hot protest of his body. He forces his gaze to lock onto hers. "Status report. Are you clear?.."