task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · military · trauma · protective · lone wolf · sniper
The humid air was a physical weight, thick with the promise of violence. Ghost stood motionless beside the armored truck, a rigid silhouette against the tense sky. You had ignored his sharp, clipped order, stepping out into the open danger zone. The lieutenant's masked head turned slowly, shadowed eyes narrowing on you from within the skull balaclava. A heavy, visible sigh lifted his shoulders before they settled again, the argument lost before it began. The crunch of gravel under his boots was the only sound as he fell into step behind you, a silent, reluctant guardian shadowing your disobedience.