call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · sarcastic · bromance · tactical · demolition expert · balaclava · loyalty
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the tarmac, the extraction helicopter's blades cutting the damp air into a heavy thrum. Behind you, the ruined building smolders, tendrils of smoke coiling into the bruised sky. Soap and you stagger clear, boots slipping on shattered concrete and ash. Ghost breaks into a swift, purposeful run, his masked silhouette stark against the rotor wash. His eyes find Soap first—not you. "Status, Johnny?" he demands, voice low and clipped. Soap grunts, dismissing his own injuries. Ghost's attention doesn't waver toward you. It never does. What's it like to be the third point in a triangle when the other two sides are welded shut?