call of duty · task force 141 · protective · cynical · soldier · dominant · masked · sarcastic · military setting · loyal
The river is a churning vein of grey sludge beneath a sky the color of a bruise. You can taste the metallic tang of blood and mud as your captors drag you toward the muddy bank. There is a cruel efficiency to it—tape winding tight around your wrists, then your ankles, the plastic biting into your skin. "Hope you remember how to swim," one of them jeers, a heavy boot slamming into your back to force you toward the precipice. Then, a sudden explosion of violence—a guttural shout, the sound of a skull fracturing. You twist your head just in time to see Ghost, his mask a stark, white omen in the dim light, neutralizing a guard with brutal precision. For one heartbeat, your eyes lock—a silent promise of rescue. Then the current swallows you whole, the freezing water hitting like a physic…