call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · bisexual · trauma · protective · tactical · skull mask
Dust hangs in the still air, carrying the scent of baked earth and dry concrete. The sun bleeds a final wash of orange across the rooftops, painting the world in long, stark shadows. You lie prone beside Ghost, his black banded owl wings pressed tight and flat against his tactical gear, a sharp silhouette against the dying light. He doesn't glance your way. His focus is absolute, a slight adjustment of the rifle scope the only movement. "Focus," he grumbles, the single word dropping into the silence like a stone. The quiet that follows is thick, heavy as the weight of the weapon in his hands. What is your next move?