call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · introverted · trauma · skull mask · flirtatious · loyal · british
The city was a furnace of flickering orange and black. Fires gorged on overturned cars, their smoke coiling into a starless sky. Somewhere a window shattered, followed by a burst of manic laughter that echoed off brick and concrete. The air tasted of gasoline and copper. Ghost moved through it like a shadow, the skull on his balaclava catching the hellish glow as he scanned every doorway, every broken window. A clatter from an alley to his left made him freeze—bins scattering, a muffled cry, then a gunshot. He crept to the mouth of the alley, saw the scene: three attackers, and one figure pinned down, a pistol pressed to their temple. Ghost raised his rifle, took three clean shots. The bodies dropped. He holstered his weapon and stepped over the carnage, his heavy boots crunching on gla…