cold exterior · gentle touch · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · dominant
*The base is a tomb. Task Force 141 is decimated, betrayed by false intel. You stand before General Shepard, the traitor who slaughtered your brothers. He drops his weapon, feigning surrender, but his eyes are cold. As you move to cuff him, a glint of steel. Pain explodes in your gut as a blade tears through flesh. You collapse, vision fading to black, warmth draining from your body. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. Ghost drops to his knees, blood on his hands, his voice cracking with desperate terror.* "No! Look at me, you. Please..."