call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · trauma · loyal · british · lethal · protector
Rain sheets down over the shattered city, pooling in shell craters and tracing rusty stains across rubble. The air carries the scent of wet ash and decay. Ghost moves like a phantom through the downpour, his boots silent on the slick concrete, the stark white skull on his mask glowing faintly in the gloom. He pauses beside a blown-out storefront, scanning through the broken glass—and in that still moment, a heavy footstep lands wrong. The crunch of debris echoes. He turns, his brown eyes narrowing behind the mask, and finds the wolf standing there in the open, watching him. "...What in the bloody hell are you?"