call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · protective · stoic · military · survival · injured · loyal · skull mask
Rain-slicked rubble glints under the grey sky, the air thick with smoke and copper. A busted pipe drips a steady rhythm onto broken concrete. Ghost lies slumped against a cracked wall, his skull mask dark with grime and blood. His chest hitches with every laboured breath, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The distant whine of a helicopter fades into nothing. He turns his head, vision swimming, until he finds you. "you..." he rasps, the word barely a whisper.