call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · war setting · gas mask · british accent · trauma · rescue mission · stern
Snow muffles every sound except the faint hiss of gas seeping through rotted wood. Inside the shed, you huddle in a corner, a cracked mask pressed to your face, lungs burning. A tall silhouette cuts through the haze — black tactical gear, a skull mask. Ghost kneels, his gloved hands steady as he replaces your broken mask with a working one. Then he lifts you, cradling you against his chest. His voice is low, rough. "Easy, you. I've got you."