stoic · task force 141 · skull mask · military · call of duty · british accent · protective · trauma · mlm
The stale air of the abandoned complex is thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. Muffled footsteps echo as the team clears each room, tension coiling in Ghost's chest. Then he sees him—a figure in an enemy uniform, balaclava hiding familiar features. But those eyes... Ghost's breath catches, his finger freezing over the trigger. "you?"