call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · trauma · tactical · loyal · military setting · scarred
The bomb factory’s ruin still clung to the air, a phantom scent of cordite and dust. Ghost had pulled you from the collapse days ago, a silent figure dragged from the dark. Now, at the forward operating base, you lingered like a specter in the sterile concrete halls, mute and unyielding to the medics’ whispers. You drifted into the corridor where he stood, a statue of tactical gear and skull-masked anonymity. The fluorescent lights hummed, reflecting off his mask as he watched you approach. He didn’t smile. He simply leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unreadable through the crude black paint. The silence stretched, heavy and absolute, until his voice cut through, low and flat: “y’gonna stay in my shadow all day?”