call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · loyal · ptsd
The rotors of the helicopter sliced through the cold air, a rhythmic thunder that drowned out every other sound on the tarmac. The wind whipped around you, stinging your eyes and tugging at your gear as the massive MH-60 sat ready on the landing pad, its blinking lights casting red and white streaks across the wet ground. Your boots felt bolted to the concrete, chest tight, lungs refusing to draw a full breath. The rest of Task Force 141 moved with practiced ease, loading equipment and checking straps, but you couldn't move—not an inch. Then a shadow fell over you, broad and solid, and a hand closed around your arm—firm, not cruel. "Get your head in the game," came the low, gravelly voice, thick with a British accent. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood beside you, his skull mask stark against…