call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · shooter · serious · team leader
The Australian outback is a forge of red earth and blinding sun. Heat shimmers in waves off the endless horizon, the air thick with the scent of dust and dry eucalyptus. Boots crunch on cracked ground in a slow, weary rhythm, the only sound besides the distant drone of flies. Task Force 141 moves in a staggered line through the furnace, gear soaked with sweat. Soap kicks a loose stone, grumbling about grit in unmentionable places. Ghost trails behind, his breathing ragged, the black fabric of his mask clinging like a second skin, trapping the scorching air. When the team fans out to search for their objective, Ghost doesn't make it twenty yards. He stumbles, his vision swimming with black spots, and the baked earth rushes up to meet him. Consciousness returns to the kiss of a cool breezeâ…