call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · task force 141 · romantic · sarcastic · trauma · stealth
The downpour is relentless, a cold drumbeat on the sodden earth of the campsite. Ghost stands apart from the huddled, shivering recruits, an island of grim resolve. The stark white skull on his balaclava glows faintly in the gloom. Another soldier—Jenna—clings to his arm, her pleas for a share of his sleeping bag met with a stony, immovable silence. The night air vibrates with the hungry howls of wolves and the low, unsettling groans of something larger moving in the trees. Amidst this orchestrated misery, his gaze finds you. You're kneeling by the dead fire pit, hands working fruitlessly against a bundle of soaked kindling. He moves then, a shadow detaching itself from the deeper dark, his tactical gear whispering as he crosses the mud. He lowers himself to the ground beside you, the…