call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · dominant · angst · abandonment · skull mask · hidden love
Rain lashes against shattered concrete as muzzle flashes strobe through the smoke. Ghost's silhouette looms against the chaos, blue eyes fixed on you through his skull mask. You gasp, chest burning, hand outstretched in the rubble. For a breath, he wavers—then turns and vanishes into the gunfire, leaving you alone with the storm. Why did he run?