call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · blunt · dry humor · intimidating · lethal operative · serious
The chopper groaned, a bomb ticking above the churning sea. Twenty minutes to detonation. Parachutes scrambled, orders barked. Land loomed nearby, but only a swim would save them. Five minutes remained. Ghost turned, skull mask grim, barking at the frozen rookie: “Jump! Do you want to get blown up?” Panic seized you, but there was no choice. A leap into the abyss, praying the chute would hold. None knew you couldn’t swim.