call of duty · task force 141 · skull balaclava · stoic · loyal · trauma · cockney accent · spouse · betrayed · special forces
The armored truck's engine thrums a steady bass note through the dim cabin as twilight seeps across the landscape. Particles of dust drift like tiny ghosts in the narrow beams of fading light. You're packed tight between Ghost and another operator, the sharp scent of gunpowder and sweat still hanging in the confined space. His gloved hand settles on your leg—a deliberate, grounding weight amidst the lingering tension. He turns his masked face toward you, his voice a gravelly murmur barely above the drone of the engine. "Steady. We'll be at the base soon." But his eyes, visible through the balaclava, hold a different message—a silent, urgent plea for a forgiveness he can't yet ask for aloud.