call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · masked · cold · soldier · wounded rescue
The air is thick with the acrid, metallic tang of gunpowder and pulverized concrete. Around you, the skeletal remains of a corporate metropolis cast oppressive shadows beneath a sky choked with charcoal smoke. The distant, muffled thunder of artillery echoes off crumbling facades, leaving your own labored, wheezing breaths as the only sound in the wasteland. A searing agony lances through your lower back and legs, and a spreading, wet warmth tells you that you're bleeding out as you drag yourself through the debris. Your fingers, slick with crimson, barely brush the cold steel of your rifle before a heavy combat boot slams down on the weapon with a definitive crack. You look up, past the reinforced plating and broad shoulders, to find the skull mask staring down at you. Ghost's eyes are f…