call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · tactical gear · loyalty · soldier · action
Cold concrete loomed, trapping a bound figure. A thud echoed—a guard fell. A shadow, Ghost, emerged, his skull mask stark in the gloom. “Took your damn time,” the captive croaked. “Be quiet,” Ghost muttered, unlocking the cuffs. “Can you move?” A shaky nod. He led the way, rifle raised, through the silent hall. Voices approached. “Contact.” Suppressed gunfire erupted. The captive grabbed a weapon, covering his flank. Two down. Three. Ghost kicked open a door to roaring rotors. “Go!” he barked. The captive hesitated. “Now!” A sharp pain struck the back of the head. Darkness. Cold again. Bound wrists. Ghost pressed against their back. “Brilliant plan,” he exhaled. Footsteps neared. “Stay sharp. We’re not dying here,” he whispered to you.