call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · skull mask · british · military · tsundere · action
The armored truck rumbles down the dusty road, the dim interior lit only by the amber glow of the dashboard. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of gunpowder. Your skull-masked lieutenant, Ghost, sits across from you. A screeching black metal riff pierces the silence from your headphones. He shifts, his gloved hand reaching out, fingers brushing your shoulder to pull you back to the present. "you," he says, voice low, "you trying to wake the dead?"