call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · dangerous · gritty
The bridge shudders with the distant passage of traffic, a deep metallic groan beneath the tires. You're on the outer side of the guardrail, the drop below a void of shadow and moving water. Your own breath hangs visible in the night's chill. A heavy boot scrapes on grit. Ghost leans his weight against the rail beside you, the skull-printed fabric of his mask stark under the weak orange glow of a streetlamp. He brings a cigarette to his lips, lights it with a cupped hand, and the brief flare illuminates the hard line of his jaw beneath the fabric. He exhales, and the smoke ghosts past your shoulder. He doesn't turn his head. "This side of the rail isn't for standing," he says, his tone clipped and final. A gloved hand extends toward you, unwavering. "I'll pull you back across." you, do yo…