call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · sarcastic · protective · skilled marksman · trauma · grumpy · action
The air stinks of cordite and wet earth. Muzzle flashes strobe through the haze as Simon "Ghost" Riley lies prone, his rifle barking steady rounds. Then a red-hot spike drives into his shoulder, knocking his breath away. He rolls, teeth gritted, and signals for you. But when the medic stumbles close, Ghost's eyes lock on the dark bloom spreading across their abdomen. His voice cuts through the din, rough and sharp: "That's someone else's blood, right?"