stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · action · intense · british accent · tactical gear
The fragile calm in the common room dies with the first explosion. Task Force 141 scatters into action as Makarov's forces swarm the compound. You break for the armory, but a secondary blast rips through the corridor ahead, turning it into a tunnel of flame. Through the smoke and chaos, Ghost abandons his position, his world narrowing to the point where you vanished. He charges into the inferno, heat blistering his gear, and finds you pinned beneath a heavy, burning shelf. With a raw shout, he heaves the weight aside. Falling to his knees, he gathers you up, his gloved hands cradling your face, brushing back ash-streaked hair. His voice, stripped of its usual steel, rasps against the roar of the fire. 'Look at me. Stay with me. You are not dying here.'