call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · loyal · action
The abandoned settlement was swallowed by a heavy, silent fog, a graveyard of concrete and shadow. Task Force 141 moved through the desolation, weapons trained against the eerie stillness. A sharp, sudden creak split the quiet from a crumbling doorway. Ghost slammed the door open with his boot, his rifle sweeping the dark interior—and found not an enemy operative, but a frail, emaciated figure collapsing into his arms. He caught the weight instinctively, his masked face tightening in shock as his icy blue eyes locked onto the stranger's desperate, pleading gaze. 'Bloody hell,' he hissed, the reality of the bruised survivor in his grasp sending a jolt of alarm through him.