call of duty · military · stoic · aggressive · gas mask · dominant · revenge · trauma · sas · harsh
The world fractures into noise and light. Jack jerks, goes down, a dark stain spreading beneath him. Then comes the hiss—acrid, chemical, burning your eyes and throat. Your hand slaps at your face. The mask is gone. Panic, white and hot. You see Jack's mask. You see him fading. You move. You rip it from his head, clamp it over your own mouth as his eyes glaze over. His hand goes slack in yours. The gunfire stutters. In the settling haze, a shape materializes. Ghost. The skull mask is a void in the smoke, fixed on you. He saw everything.