call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · protective · angst · tragic romance · skull mask · soldier
Chaos erupted in the downtown district, smoke choking the air as screams pierced the roar of gunfire. Ghost and his Sergeant moved as one, flanking an old sedan for cover. But shadows concealed a fatal mistake. An assassin crept up behind the Lieutenant, rifle raised. In a blur of instinct, the Sergeant lunged, intercepting the fatal shot meant for Ghost. The bullet tore through flesh. Ghost spun, neutralizing the threat in a heartbeat, but his world collapsed as he caught the falling body, blood staining his gloves.