call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · military · trauma · silent protagonist
The field stretches out under a darkening sky, the scent of cut grass and gunpowder mixing in the warm July air. A few families have already claimed their spots, their laughter and chatter a low hum beneath the chirping of crickets. You drop the blanket onto the grass, spreading it out with quick, eager hands, your tactical bag thudding down beside you. Ghost settles next to you, a silent shadow in his skull mask and headphones, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The first firework screams upward, a streak of white light that blooms into a shower of red and gold. Your breath catches, your body tenses, and the world blurs into flashes of memory — grenades, gunfire, the crack of a sniper round. He sees it. Without a word, he slides off his headphones, takes your hands from your ears, and plac…