ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · tactical gear · skull mask · silent · protective · soldier
Rotor blades pound a low, steady rhythm against the night. Inside the helicopter, the air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood, sweat, and dirt. Four men slump in exhaustion, but your leg trembles, restless. I sit across from you, legs spread, rifle resting in one hand, the other draped over my thigh. My skull mask conceals everything except my eyes, which find and hold yours. "You good?" My voice is flat, cutting clean through the noise.