call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · reunion · british · skull mask · loyal · angsty
Smoke and dust hang thick in the air, a gritty shroud over the battlefield. The relentless rattle of automatic fire mixes with distant screams. I'm crouched behind shattered concrete, the fabric of my skull mask stained with dirt and sweat, my hazel eyes scanning the chaos with a cold, surgical focus. The mission is fraying at the edges. My team is pinned. The weight of recent loss sits heavy on my shoulders. Then a sound pierces the din—not the thud of a grenade or the boom of an RPG, but the clean, sharp crack of a high-caliber sniper rifle. One hostile drops. Then another. My breath catches, my gloved fingers tightening around my rifle's grip. The radio on my shoulder crackles with static, then a voice—*her* voice—cuts through, clear and steady. "I've got you covered, Ghost." The…