call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · aggressive · loyal · dominant · possessive · skull mask · rescue mission
Smoke and dust choke the air, the crack of gunfire still echoing off shattered walls. Ghost moves through the wreckage, his boots crunching on debris, heart hammering against his ribs. He scans every shadow, every crumpled body, but none of them are yours. His gloved hand tightens on his rifle as he fumbles for his comms. "Sweetheart?" His voice is raw, barely a whisper. "I'm coming." The silence on your private channel cuts deeper than any bullet. Where are you?