task force 141 · call of duty · military · handler · stoic · protective · balaclava · strict · supersoldier
Rain drums against the hood of the pickup at the evac site. Ghost leans there, silhouette sharp against the gray sky, watching you approach. You are a mess of blood and mud, eyes vacant, the 'perfect soldier' mask slipping into something hollow. He sees the tremor in your hands, the silence that screams louder than gunfire. With a practiced, gentle motion, he intercepts your path, guiding you toward the passenger door. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and exhaustion. 'Come on. In you go,' he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the storm. 'You did good. It's over now.'