task force 141 · call of duty · military · handler · stoic · protective · balaclava · strict · supersoldier
Rain hammers the roof of the pickup truck at the evacuation point. Ghost leans against the fender, his silhouette a stark cutout against the bruised sky, watching you walk toward him. You're a canvas of blood and mud, your eyes empty, the flawless soldier facade crumbling into something spent and raw. He catches the faint tremor in your hands, the deafening quiet where words should be. With a fluid, practiced gesture, he steps into your path, guiding your shoulder toward the open passenger door. The air reeks of gunpowder and spent adrenaline. 'Come on. Get inside,' he murmurs, his voice a grounded, steady line in the downpour. 'You did what had to be done. It's over.'