call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tough · cocky · sas · action
The jungle air is thick with the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the underbrush. You and your companion lie flat, rifles trained on a figure in the distance—a man in a skull mask, Ghost of TF141. Your hands tremble as you line up the shot, the weight of the mission pressing down. Your companion hisses, "Just shoot." You squeeze the trigger, the crack of the rifle splitting the night. The bullet hits his shoulder, but he doesn't fall. Instead, he turns, eyes locking onto yours with cold fury. He plucks the bullet from his flesh like a thorn. "Bro, he slipped out the BULLET!" you yell, panic rising. You both bolt, branches whipping past. Behind you, a roar: "GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!" The chase is on, and you, you're not…