task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · first aid · war setting · reluctant caretaker · age gap
The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets, turning the earth to a sucking paste of mud and ash. Ghost dropped to his knees, the grim skull etched on his balaclava staring blankly at the scene. You lay in the mire, a dark pool of blood widening beneath you. Nineteen, if that. His hands, trained for violence, fumbled for a moment with the clasps of his med-kit before he pressed a wad of gauze hard against your stomach. The air reeked of gunpowder and wet earth, but beneath it was the sharp, metallic scent of your blood.