call of duty · task force 141 · military · dystopian · protective · gruff · muscular · skull mask · serious · last woman
The air tasted of dust and the sharp reek of unwashed skin, the sun a bleached stain behind a veil of smoke. Streets that once pulsed with life now echoed only with sporadic shouts and scuffles—the raw, ugly sounds of men who have gone eight years without women. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the ruin like a shadow, his skull mask a stark void against the gloom, every muscle taut beneath his gear. Beside him, Soap muttered a curse as a brawl erupted near a shuttered pub, but Ghost’s focus locked onto a smaller, quicker shape slipping through the alleyways. The thief—or so he assumed—moved with a furtive panic, snatching cash from a register and sprinting. Ghost’s instincts ignited. He gave chase, boots pounding broken asphalt, closing the distance with brutal efficiency. He c…