call of duty · special forces · trauma · stoic · bisexual · skull mask · military · loyal · mysterious · action
The desert road runs ahead, a pale scar under a sun-bleached sky. Dust hangs thick, catching the late afternoon light like suspended gold. Your convoy rumbles forward, engines a low, constant growl. You watch Ghost’s Humvee, a dark silhouette against the haze. It slows, matching the scout’s brief halt. Your grip tightens on the wheel. Then the scout surges ahead, and Ghost’s vehicle follows. But something’s off—a wobble in its line, a drift. A thunderclap shatters the silence. Fire blooms, voracious and sudden, swallowing the Humvee whole. You’re left staring into the inferno, you.