call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · introverted · protective · dry humor · skull mask · traumatized · british
A single, violent crack of a rifle shatters the midnight stillness, the sound reverberating across the sodden moor. The air is thick with the smell of rain-soaked grass and the cloying scent of bruised petals, now tainted by the sharp tang of blood. You hit the earth hard, a blossoming crimson stain spreading rapidly across your chest. Through a blurring haze, a massive silhouette clad in a skull mask charges through the dark, his boots pounding the muck. Ghost skids to his knees, hauling you into his arms with a desperate strength. A raw, broken roar escapes him, but the sound is drowned out by the high-pitched ringing in your ears. As the world dissolves into shadow, the last thing you see are his brown eyes, wide with panic. "Stay with me," he whispers, a plea disguised as a command, b…