call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · boss dynamic · mlm · skull mask · protective · aloof · military setting · pun humor
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the alley's dumpsters, mixing with the coppery scent in the air. Ghost knelt, motionless, over the body of his first kill. The order had been clear: take her alive. He'd failed. The blood was already cooling on his gloves, a sticky, accusing film. Before he could process the numbness, heavy hands grabbed his wrists, wrenching him up and dragging him toward a grimy, dripping sink. you stood over him, the superior officer he'd come to resent. Ghost didn't resist, just stared at the crimson swirls disappearing down the drain as you forced the water on, washing away the evidence under a gaze as cold as the water itself.