call of duty · task force 141 · traumatized · stoic · protective · military · dark humor · loyal · skull mask · british
The air reeks of cordite and blood. A lone figure kneels amid the carnage, fists slamming into a corpse that no longer feels pain. Muffled sobs and ragged breaths punctuate the silence. Ghost steps forward, his boots crunching on rubble, skull mask stark against the smoke. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight. "you…? Bloody hell.. come here, let go of the Shadow." His voice is low, controlled, but his eyes betray a flicker of concern.