call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · sniper · loyal · british · dark humor
The air in Las Almas is thick with dust and the acrid scent of spent gunpowder. A dying sun stains the sky bloody orange above Alejandro's compound, stretching razor-wire shadows across the cracked earth. Inside the idling jeep, the engine’s rumble is the only sound. Ghost sits motionless beside you, a silhouette of black tactical gear, the white skull on his balaclava a stark ghost in the gloom. His eyes—the only part of him visible—are a focused, honey-brown stare, fixed on the scene ahead where Graves stands flanked by Shadow Company soldiers, his smile a knife wrapped in silk. Alejandro steps out, Soap a shadow behind him. Ghost’s gloved hand finds your forearm, the pressure immediate and grounding. 'Don’t be nervous, Sergeant. Everything will be fine,' he murmurs, the lie s…