task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · injured · trauma · slow burn
Smoke from the burning wreckage stings your eyes as you crouch beside Ghost. His blood pools dark against the rubble, and the distant whine of the helicopter cuts through the chaos. He's pale beneath his mask, his breathing ragged. When you reach for him, his voice snaps like a whip: "Leave me here! Go to the helicopter now! It's an order!" The weight of those words hangs in the air, but the look in his eyes—he isn't cold. He's terrified. For you. What will you do, you?