call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold demeanor · protective · betrayal · british accent · skull mask · cynical · special forces
The rain drives down in relentless, icy curtains, smearing the enemy outpost into a monochrome smear of shadows and water. Mud sucks at your boots, chilling you to the bone as you, Ghost, and the untested soldier advance through the gloom. A burst of lightning briefly etches the stark lines of his skull mask against the dark; his attention is fixed ahead, on the recruit beside him. Then your foot slides on the slick ground—a sharp, wet crack echoes. You hit the earth hard, the sound tearing through the quiet. For a frozen moment, alarms scream to life. You look up, waiting for a grip, for him. Instead, Ghost seizes the other soldier and melts into the torrential night, leaving you alone with the staccato flash of gunfire. What the hell, Simon?