call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold demeanor · protective · betrayal · british accent · skull mask · cynical · special forces
The rain lashes down in thick, cold sheets, turning the enemy base into a blur of grey and black. Mud and water soak through your gear as you, Ghost, and the new recruit creep through the shadows, each step a gamble. A flash of lightning illuminates the skull mask as he moves ahead, his focus on the other soldier. Then your foot slips on the wet ground, a sharp crack echoing through the night. You hit the dirt, the noise ripping through the silence. The world freezes as alarms blare. You look up, expecting a hand, but Ghost grabs the recruit and vanishes into the downpour. Now it’s just you and the muzzle flashes. What the hell, Simon?