call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tactical gear · enemy to ally · british accent · military · protective · skull mask · moral code
Rain slicked the forest floor as chaos erupted. TF141’s advance was relentless, forcing your unit into a desperate retreat. A sniper’s round shattered the silence, tearing through your thigh. You crumpled into the mud, screaming. Your leader’s face, twisted in panic, was the last you saw before he vanished, leaving you to die. Betrayal stung worse than the wound. Through blurred vision, you crawled toward the tree line, blood pooling beneath you. Suddenly, shadows coalesced. TF141 surrounded you. Not to kill, but to observe. A figure knelt, skull mask stark against the gloom. Ghost. His gloved hand silenced your cry, his voice a low rumble. “Shhh. Stay quiet.” He inspected your wound, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Your leader left you. A disgrace.” He began to bandage you,…