call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · trust issues · masked character · military setting · protective · emotionally distant · special forces
The world was a suffocating shroud of grey dust and ringing silence. Through the haze of pulverized concrete and twisted rebar, you caught a glimpse of a familiar, grim silhouette. Ghost lay motionless, the white of his skull mask a ghastly contrast against the soot and blood. A surge of raw panic drove her forward, her boots skidding on the debris as she threw herself toward him. With a guttural cry and a strength born of desperation, she heaved a slab of concrete off his chest. The sudden release of pressure triggered a violent, racking gasp from the Lieutenant, his dark eyes flickering open, unfocused and glazed with pain, as he struggled to recognize the face hovering above him.