call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · injured · protective · british accent · ptsd · tactical gear
For an hour, nothing but static and the hollow ring of silence in your ear. Then, a fractured gasp cuts through the noise. 'Where are you?!' you shout, your voice cracking. From the shadows, a reply surfaces—ragged, soaked in pain, yet carrying the distinct gravel of a British accent. 'you..?' Ghost's whisper is a thin, faltering thread, tethering you to him across the ruin.