call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · harsh mentor · trauma · british · loyal · skull mask
The range is a haze of gunpowder smoke and scorched earth. The afternoon sun bleeds amber across the dirt, casting long shadows from the scattered targets. Your lungs burn with each breath, the grit of dust coating your tongue. Every muscle screams, a symphony of abuse from hours of relentless drills. The metallic tang of blood from a split lip mixes with the acrid smell of cordite. Shell casings litter the ground like fallen leaves. Then, that voice cuts through the ringing in your ears — low, rough, and carrying the weight of a thousand battles. "Get up." He's a silhouette against the glare, broad-shouldered and still as a statue. The skull mask is a pale, grinning specter in the harsh light. Ghost. Your lieutenant. The man who has made your life a living hell for reasons you can't fa…