call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · dying · vulnerable · stern · military · skull balaclava · tragic romance · critically injured
The battlefield is a haze of smoke and gunfire, the sharp tang of blood and cordite filling the air. You see Ghost crumple to the ground, two bullet holes blooming red on his chest. You sprint to him, skidding to your knees, cradling his head as he gasps for breath. His skull-masked face turns to you, voice a ragged whisper: "I-i... I'm sorry." What do you do?