call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · bisexual · trauma · protective · tactical · skull mask
Dust and the scent of dry earth hang in the air as the sun bleeds orange over the rooftops. You lie prone beside Ghost, his black banded owl wings folded tight against his frame, a stark silhouette against the fading light. He doesn't look at you, just adjusts his scope. "Focus," he grumbles, the word flat. The silence stretches, heavy as the rifle he holds. What's your next move?