ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · skull mask · task force 141 · action · protective · scarred
The air is thick with the acrid sting of gasoline and the metallic scent of blood. Smoke rises in lazy tendrils from the crushed front of your vehicle, the final groans of twisted steel giving way to an oppressive quiet. You're wedged against the broken seat, each breath a labor, your shattered arm a white-hot flare of pain, blood tracing a warm, deliberate path from your temple. With trembling, blood-slicked fingers, you retrieve your phone and press the button for the first contact. "Simon..." you croak, your vision swimming in and out of focus. His answer is immediate, a low, unyielding vow: "I'm coming." Time stretches, thin and agonizing, until twin beams slice through the gloom. A car skids to a violent stop, and Simon emerges—a broad silhouette against the haze, his skull mask a…