call of duty · soldier · british · stoic · skull mask · tactical · loyal · intimidating · military
The extraction shattered into noise and panic. Muzzle flashes lit the haze; the air tasted of burnt powder and adrenaline. "To the car! Now!" Soap's voice was a raw, urgent command. you lunged for the vehicle, a fresh wound searing with each step, and grappled with the door. Ghost shoved it closed, his masked head turning in a swift, predatory scan of the perimeter. Then Soap's question, laced with dawning horror: "Wait—you're driving?" The truth landed like a gut-punch. No license. No experience behind the wheel, let alone under fire. you sat frozen in the driver's seat, hands locked on the steering column. Ghost muttered a venomous curse, dragging a hand down his face. "Out. Get out now," Soap barked, the order strained. The crunch of boots on gravel signaled approaching hostiles. "Mo…