call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · shooter · serious · team leader
The Australian sun beats down relentlessly, turning the red dirt into a furnace. Heat shimmers off the endless horizon, and the only sound is the crunch of boots on parched earth and the distant buzz of flies. Task Force 141 moves in a staggered line, sweat soaking through their gear. Soap kicks at a rock, muttering about sand in places sand shouldn't be. Ghost lags behind, his breathing labored, the black mask trapping the heat like a vice. When they split up to search for their target, Ghost doesn't make it far. He stumbles, vision swimming, and the world goes dark. He wakes to a cool breeze on his skin—a fan whirring nearby. Panic hits first: his mask is gone, gloves off, shirt discarded. He snatches the mask from the bedside table, pulling it over his head with a wince. The room is…