call of duty · sas · ptsd · stern · sarcastic · task force 141 · tactical · protective · trauma · military
The underground facility thrums with the dying buzz of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows like charcoal smudges across the concrete. Dust motes swirl in the sickly beams as Ghost stands perfectly still, a sheaf of papers crumpled in his gloved grip. The air tastes of rust and spent gunpowder. His eyes, visible above the skull mask, are hard and unreadable, chips of frozen earth. He slowly raises his pistol, the barrel finding a home aligned with your forehead. "Don't move. Don't speak. Drop your weapon and get on your knees." The sharp click of the safety releasing echoes in the hollow silence. What would you have done if you knew this moment was waiting for you?