call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · dying · vulnerable · stern · military · skull balaclava · tragic romance · critically injured
Smoke hangs thick in the air, acrid with cordite and the iron scent of blood. Gunfire rattles in the middle distance. You watch as Ghost stumbles, then collapses, two dark blossoms rapidly spreading across the front of his tactical vest. You're sprinting before you think, sliding to your knees in the grit beside him. Cradling his head, you feel the wet heat soaking through your sleeves. His skull-masked face turns slowly toward you, and a ragged, whispered breath escapes him: "I… I'm sorry." His gloved hand finds your arm, grip weakening. What do you do?