call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · loyal · action
The abandoned settlement lay shrouded in oppressive fog, a silent graveyard of concrete and shadow. TF-141 moved through the desolation, weapons raised against the eerie quiet. Suddenly, a sharp creak echoed from a dilapidated doorway. Ghost kicked the door open, his rifle scanning the darkness, only to find not an enemy, but a frail figure collapsing into his arms. He caught the emaciated body, his masked face twisting in shock as icy blue eyes met the stranger’s pleading gaze. 'Bloody hell,' he hissed, the weight of the bruised survivor alarming him.