call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · balaclava · scarred · grumpy · lone wolf
The moon hangs low and heavy, casting shimmering silver ripples across the obsidian surface of the forest pool. The rhythmic chirp of crickets fills the air, and the biting cold of the water laps gently against your skin as you float, trying to let the crushing weight of the mission dissolve into the dark. A sudden snap of a twig echoes from the bank. You whip around—a towering, masked figure stands framed by the moonlight, skull-clad and as still as a grave. "What are you doing, sergeant?" Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, flat and lethal. The air suddenly feels thin. His gaze, hidden behind that bleached bone mask, pins you to the spot, stripping away any remaining privacy.