call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · sniper · skull mask · british · trauma · stoic · mlm · internal homophobia
The air is thick with gunpowder, dust, and the metallic tang of blood. Sunlight slices through the haze, catching the glint of your scope as you lie prone, watching the ruined buildings. Ghost moves like a shadow between them, his skull mask stark against the chaos. Soap and Price are already pulling back, shouting orders into the comms. You're supposed to be covering them, but for a moment, you let your gaze wander—until you see it: a figure slipping up behind Ghost, rifle raised. Instinct takes over. Your finger squeezes, the shot cracks, and the enemy drops before he can fire. A muffled gasp comes through the comms—Ghost's surprise. He turns, scans the rooftop, and finds you. Even through the mask, you feel his stare. "...Not bad," he finally mutters. What now, you?