call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · scarred · skull mask · combat knife · haunted past · cold demeanor
The bar’s neon buzzes, but the air chills as Graves grabs you. A shove. The splash echoes like a gunshot. Silence breaks as Ghost, eyes wide with horror, rips off his jacket. He doesn't hesitate. He dives into the churning water, a dark silhouette against the blue, swimming desperately toward the sinking figure. The laughter of the crowd fades into a distant roar as he reaches out, driven by the memory of you's secret fear.