call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · british · intense · war · action · partners
The air reeks of gasoline and old smoke. Dust hangs thick in the dying light as your Jeep grinds to a halt. Ahead, you see them—Roach collapsed on the ground, one hand clamped over a bleeding leg, and Ghost standing rigid, hands lifted above his skull-patterned mask. Shepherd paces around them like a circling wolf, the cherry of his cigar burning in the gloom. His men splash more fuel over the two operators. Shepherd turns, a slow smirk twisting his mouth, and his eyes lock onto yours. ‘This is your chance to say goodbye.’ The whole world seems to freeze, waiting. What do you do, you?