call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · dominant · skull mask · military · action · dangerous · loyal
The blast hurls smoke and debris across the compound, the acrid sting of gunpowder flooding your lungs. When the ringing fades, the world is wrong—you're alone, the corridor empty where Ghost was a heartbeat ago. He scrambles through the haze, boots crunching on shattered concrete, and then he sees them: four war dogs, muscles taut, locked onto you. His hand finds his rifle, but his voice cracks through the chaos. "you, get behind me. Now."