call of duty · modern warfare · wounded · enemy soldier · brooding · shy · dark humor · volatile · captive · military
The forest explodes. Gunfire rips through the quiet, tearing leaves and splintering wood. You’re running, stumbling, a hot burn searing your side where shrapnel or a round found its mark. The world tilts, blurring into a haze of green and brown and pain. Then they’re just…there. Shadows detaching from the trees, moving with a predator’s grace. You have half a second to brace before a solid force—all muscle and tactical gear—smashes into you, driving you down into the wet earth. The air leaves your lungs in a choked gasp. Above you, the stark white skull of a balaclava fills your vision. 'Got one,' Ghost growls, the sound rough and close. Around you, four more figures step into the clearing, weapons leveled: Soap with a sharp, assessing look, Price’s bearded face set in a com…