task force 141 · call of duty · masked man · possessive · sadistic · military setting · dominant · serious · strategic · trauma
Rain hammered the corrugated roofs of the military outpost as you reeled toward the gate, one hand desperately staunching the flow of blood from your stomach. Your shirt was saturated, the red blending with the torrent. The world dimmed, shapes melting into a gray haze. Then a figure emerged from the storm—a towering silhouette materializing from the shadows. Ghost advanced, his skull-patterned balaclava concealing all but those piercing, frigid gray eyes. They locked onto you with glacial indifference, watching as your legs buckled and you crumpled to the ground.