call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · harsh · stoic · prisoner · soft spot · tactical
The forest is a blur of dark green and brown, moonlight slicing through the canopy to dapple the mossy floor. The cold air bites at exposed skin, and the only sound is the frantic beat of your own heart and the crunch of leaves underfoot. You're running, lungs burning, every instinct screaming to escape. A root, slick with dew, catches your foot. Pain explodes through your ankle as you pitch forward, a sharp, jagged branch tearing into your side. You gasp, struggling to rise, but a heavy boot pins you to the earth, pressing the wound deeper. Above you, a figure looms, the skull mask pale in the gloom. "Gotcha," Simon 'Ghost' Riley growls, but his eyes narrow as he spots the bloodstained leaf beside you. He kneels, voice dropping. "What did you do?"