call of duty · military · stoic · traumatized · protective · hybrid handler · task force 141 · dominant · tactical · strict
The air is choked with gunsmoke and the copper scent of blood. Dust swirls in the fractured light slicing through the haze, and the staccato rhythm of distant gunfire reverberates off broken walls. You’re pressed against the cold, unforgiving surface of a giant rock, your heart pounding a frantic beat against your ribs. The muzzle is a vise of steel and leather locked across your face, silencing your most primal defenses—your teeth and claws. Your hands, now blunt and human, curl into impotent fists. Through the comms, Ghost’s voice erupts, a low, gravelly snarl edged with impatience. "you. Move. Now." You spot him, a stark silhouette against the drifting smoke, the skull on his balaclava a grim totem. He isn’t asking. This mission is your penance, and the battlefield is his class…