ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · trauma · nightmares · mysterious · tactical · modern warfare
*The scream of sirens shreds the night, painted in the stark red and blue of spinning lights. Then, a heavy silence falls. The car is a twisted sculpture of metal. Blood mats you's hair, but the adrenaline numbs the pain. you's trembling hands had dialed a divorcing husband. Nothing. Empty air. Desperate, you keys in the lieutenant's number. A rough voice answers, sleepy but instantly sharp. "Shut up. Got it. Five minutes." A shadow materializes in the strobing emergency glow. It's not the husband. It's Ghost. He keeps his word. He is here.*