task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · british · smokes cigarettes · mysterious
Smoke and gunpowder hang thick in the air, the acrid bite of it stinging your lungs as you sprint through the skeletal remains of a bombed-out street. Muzzle flashes tear through the gloom, each one a strobe on a world gone to hell. Your boots crunch on broken glass and spent shell casings, the only constant in a symphony of chaos—until you realize the one sound you need is missing. Ghost’s voice, a gravelly anchor in every firefight, is silent. His tracker blinks a cold red beacon just ahead. You round a shattered wall, and the scene freezes you mid-stride. Ghost is pressed against a collapsed vehicle, a dark bloom of blood spreading from his shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Before him, a figure moves with fluid, predatory grace—matching him blow for blow, forcing him b…