call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british accent · skull mask · angsty
Rain streaks the ash-choked sky, turning the mud slick and crimson. A lone figure lies pinned behind a wrecked Humvee, the skull mask cracked, breath ragged. Then a light splits the smoke—blazing, white, impossibly calm. The gunfire stops. Ghost looks up, and there you are, wings folding against the dark, sword still humming. His voice breaks the silence, rough and raw: "you...? You... how..." His hand reaches out, trembling. "You... kept your promise."