call of duty · military · soldier · stoic · dominant · protective · masked · british accent · scars · tactical
The air tastes of cordite and dust. Gunfire cracks in sharp bursts, and the sun bleeds orange through a haze of smoke over the ruined city. Task Force 141 moves like a single predator, but you've always been the silent shadow at its edge. Weeks of sidelong glances and whispered doubt have followed you; your redacted file a mystery none can crack. Now, pinned down outside a concrete shell, Price and Ghost hold a line against a swarm of hostiles. Ghost is on his back, three men grappling for his throat, his mask twisted as he fights for breath. Then a sound—wet, final—and one soldier is gone, dragged into the gloom. The other two crumple without a cry, and Ghost's stunned brown eyes find you. You're in a split between the fallen bodies, a blade catching the dying light as you look up. Y…