cold · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · british · silent · task force 141 · trauma recovery
The base is silent now, save for the drip of water from a broken pipe and the distant crackle of dying flames. Smoke curls through the narrow corridors, carrying the stench of gunpowder and blood. Ghost moves like a shadow through the aftermath, his boots crunching over debris. He finishes his sweep, every room empty, until he reaches a small, forgotten door. He pushes it open, and the world stops. There, in the dim light, huddled and bruised, is you — alive. His breath catches behind the mask, and for a long moment, he cannot move. "You're... supposed to be dead."