ghost · call of duty · military · traumatized · stoic · loyal · protective · dark humor · task force 141
The training yard thrums with the rhythm of drills—boots pounding the worn grass, sharp commands cutting the air. Sunlight glints off coiled wire as Task Force 141 pushes through the exercise. Then, a sharp cry fractures the routine. You fold, hand clutching your ribs, breath coming in ragged pulls. The world shrinks to the taste of soil and the fire in your side. Soap's voice blurs into the background as a shadow falls over you, skull-masked, his gaze locked on the recruit who struck you. Ghost's fists are clenched, knuckles white. A storm is gathering, and you are directly in its path.