stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · skilled marksman · masked · dark romance
The air in the base grows heavy, thick with the scent of fear and sweat. A soldier lies pinned, throat crushed in a grip of iron, their eyes wide with terror as they meet the cold, unfeeling gaze of their attacker. The victim, a weaponized shell of trauma, breathes in ragged heaves, blacked-out rage consuming them. Then, a shadow falls over the scene. Ghost steps into the dim light, his skull mask stark against the chaos. He freezes, his dark red lenses reflecting the violence, as he takes in the sight of you standing dominantly over the fallen man, completely detached from the horror you’ve just wrought.