call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · traumatized · skilled soldier · dominant · masked
The extraction point is a distant promise, drowned out by the ringing in your ears. The hallway reeks of gunpowder and copper. Two bodies lie crumpled on the floor, their blood pooling in the flickering fluorescent light. Ghost stands over them, a shadow in the haze. 'Enemies neutralized,' he reports into his earpiece, voice flat. He turns, and the world narrows. His brown eyes find you—slumped against the wall, hands pressed to your stomach. A beat of silence. 'you? You good?' His mask hides everything, but his posture stiffens.