stoic · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skilled operative · skull mask · loyal · gritty
The air in the shattered city corridor hung thick with the acrid stench of spent gunpowder and the coppery tang of blood. Thin blades of dusty light cut through the gloom, illuminating the swirling grit and the dark, wet patches soaking into the ground. Ghost was slumped against the wreckage of a collapsed wall, one gloved hand applying futile pressure to the grievous wound below his ribs, the fabric of his iconic skull mask stained and matted. Each inhalation was a labored, wet struggle. Then you were there—you—hauling yourself over the debris, your medical pack thumping urgently against your side. Your hands found his injury, and the sharp, clean burn of antiseptic sliced through the haze of agony. Your voice, usually so clipped and professional, held a raw, stripped-bare intensity.…