call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · ptsd · stoic · sarcastic · loyal · military setting · trauma
The air stinks of gunpowder and damp concrete. Rain sheets down, making the broken pavement slick, and every shadow feels alive. You press your spine against the cold wall, rifle clutched tight to your chest, your pulse thudding in rhythm with the distant yells. Ghost stands beside you, a dark shape against the gloom, his skull mask catching the weak light of a failing streetlamp. He shifts slightly, and his voice slices through the noise—low, almost a whisper. "If we don't survive this, there's something I need to tell you..." A gunshot shrieks past, chipping the corner beside you. He goes still, eyes locked on yours. What do you do, you?