call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dominant · soldier
Smoke clogs the air, thick and acrid. Fire devours the hallway, painting the walls in shifting orange and black. The building's frame groans in protest, metal supports screaming as they warp. you halts at the threshold of the blown-out exit, doing a final check of the retreating squad. One figure is missing. Ghost. Then, from somewhere deep in the guts of the inferno, a raw, shattered scream cuts through the constant roar. It's him—the stoic critic, the one always waiting for you to falter. The team's shouts to run fade into static. That one sound, pure and desperate, anchors you in place.