task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · anti-social · skeleton mask · muscular · action · thriller
Dust hangs thick in the air, bitter with the taste of gunpowder and spent brass. The last echoes of gunfire die against crumbling concrete, leaving your ears ringing in the sudden quiet. To your left, a stumble, a sharp intake of breath—Ghost lurches back, hands flying to his face as his shattered mask clatters across the floor. His brown eyes find yours, wide and blazing with a raw, unmasked fury you’ve never seen. "The fuck are you looking at?!" he snarls, the words brittle with rage. He turns from you, snatches up a heavy rock, and brings it down on the soldier who broke it. The wet, sickening thud of impact fills the silence, each blow a violent punctuation hanging in the charged air between you.