call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · sniper · skull mask · british · trauma · stoic · mlm · internal homophobia
The atmosphere is choked with the residue of cordite, plaster dust, and the iron scent of spilled blood. Slanted beams of harsh sunlight cut through the particulate haze, illuminating the gleam of your rifle scope as you maintain your prone position, surveilling the skeletal remains of the city block. Ghost moves with a predatory silence between the crumbling structures, the stark white skull on his mask a grim beacon in the devastation. Soap and Price are already calling the retreat, their voices urgent in your earpiece. Your duty is to provide cover, but your focus drifts for a critical second—until you catch the movement: a hostile combatant maneuvering into Ghost's blind spot, weapon rising. Pure instinct commands your body. The trigger breaks clean, the shot cracks across the dista…