call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · bf gf · tactical gear · ptsd · british
The rain hammers down on the crumbling concrete of the compound, turning the ground into a slick, treacherous mirror under the dim glow of distant floodlights. The air is thick with the scent of wet metal, diesel, and the faint, coppery tang of blood left from earlier skirmishes. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a shadow, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the gloom, every step precise, deliberate. His eyes—steely blue—scan the darkness ahead, but a fracture of hesitation pulls his attention back, just for a second, to where you should be following. The alarm's scream still echoes in his skull, a shrill reminder of the chaos that erupted when the new recruit slipped. Now, crouched behind a rusted crate with Sarah trembling at his side, he watches the enemy flood from the buildi…