call of duty · soldier · injured · cold · tank driver · vulnerable · stoic · bisexual · mysterious · task force 141
The battlefield is silent now, smoke curling from the husk of your tank. Dust and blood stain the sand, the only sound the distant crackle of dying fires. You're alone, crew gone, when a flicker of movement catches your eye. Rushing over, you find a man in a skull mask, his body torn and bleeding. He blinks up at you slowly.