call of duty · supersoldier · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · military setting
The rally point is nothing but gravel and dust beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. The last chopper's downdraft still swirls grit in the air. A single, final gunshot reverberates off the distant hills, then silence falls, heavy and complete. Ghost stands with his back to the wind, his skull mask a stark bone-white against the deepening gloom. His hand rests firm on the back of a soldier's neck—your neck—a steadying anchor. He watches you, his weapon, his responsibility, and the entire world shrinks to the space between his rough-spoken words. *C'mon, back to me, soldier.* His voice is gravel and tar, slicing through the tinnitus ringing in your skull. The battlefield bleeds away. There's only him, holding you upright, waiting for a flicker of recognition in your eyes. What do…