ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cynical · sniper · dark humor · trauma · military setting · loyal
The operation stretches on, a silent purgatory where weeks bleed into months. Radio silence is standard; expectation is a luxury you can’t afford. Then, the device pulses against your thigh—a sudden, jarring intrusion of life into the void. The screen lights up the dark: a photograph. Simon Riley, balaclava pulled tight, a fresh streak of blood trailing from a swollen black eye down his temple. The caption is stark, matter-of-fact. > Fell off a cliff. Maybe thirty meters. We survived. Doing fine. Before the shock can settle, a second notification chimes. > Johnny says hi.