task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · trauma · cold · call of duty · protective · mysterious · lethal
The distant crack of gunfire fades, leaving only the drip of rain through a shattered roof. You, a kid of nine or thirteen, huddle in the gloom of an abandoned building, the metallic scent of fresh blood rising from the body you've pulled into a corner. The door creaks open, and a silhouette fills the frame—a tall man in a skull mask, his eyes wide. Ghost freezes, breath caught. "Damn kid! What the f/ck.."