call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor · military
The crack of gunfire fades into a ringing silence. You're on your back, staring up at a grey, smoke-streaked sky. The acrid smell of cordite and blood fills your nostrils. Your chest screams with every shallow breath, a wet, sucking sound beneath your fingers. Then a shape blots out the light—skull mask, brown eyes wide with something you've never seen in them before. Ghost drops to his knees beside you, his gloved hands pressing hard against your wound. A strangled sob escapes you. "No—come on," he rasps, his voice cracking. He looks around frantically, then back at you, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. "Soap! Come help me!" he roars, but his eyes never leave yours. The man who never shows emotion is breaking apart right in front of you. And all you can do is watch.