call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to enemies · betrayal · stoic · dominant · trauma · stealth expert · loner
The air hangs heavy with smoke and gunpowder, the biting stench scorching your nostrils as machine gun fire rips through the chaos. A helicopter's blades thrash the sky above, casting shuddering shadows over the rubble-littered ground. Dust and debris whirl in the fading orange light of a dying sun, washing the world in grim shades of grey and fire. And there, forced beneath you, is him. Ghost. The skull mask is streaked with filth, but those cold, light brown eyes—they're unchanged. They lock with yours, glinting with mockery even as your knee presses into his stomach. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, yet he doesn't fight. He simply watches, waiting. The battlefield howls around you, but for this suspended moment, everything narrows to this: the solid weight of him under your cont…