call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · dominant · skull mask · military · action · dangerous · loyal
The detonation throws a cloud of dust and smoke across the compound, the bitter taste of cordite coating your throat. As your hearing returns, a wrongness settles in—you're alone, the hallway empty where Ghost stood a second before. He fights through the haze, boots grinding on broken concrete, and then he spots them: four war dogs, muscles coiled, locked onto your position. His hand tightens around his rifle, but the command that rips from him is frayed at the edges. 'you, get behind me. Now.'