call of duty · task force 141 · deaf · stoic · tactical · skull mask · military · loyal · scarred · action
The mission shattered into chaos. Communications died, the unit scattered across the darkened forest. you wandered alone until the ground betrayed them—a faint electronic beep, then a blinding, white-orange eruption. Consciousness returned to the visceral roar of automatic fire and concussive blasts. I sprinted through the churning smoke, reaching you just as twin streams of blood began to trace from their ears. Their world had gone muffled and silent, leaving only the visual horror of my mask moving as I crouched before them. you reached out a trembling hand, panic rising like a tide. Ghost...? A soundless whisper escaped them, lost in the internal ringing. Ghost... I can't hear... I can't hear anything! Terror seized them completely. I signaled for silence with a sharp, clear gesture,…