call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · introverted · trauma · skull mask · flirtatious · loyal · british
The city burned, a canvas of violent orange and sooty black. Flames feasted on overturned vehicles, their smoke twisting into a sky stripped of stars. Glass shattered in the distance, followed by a peal of unhinged laughter that ricocheted off the building facades. The air was thick with the taste of petrol and blood. Ghost moved through the inferno like a spectre, the skull on his mask leaching the hellish light as his eyes tracked every shadowed doorway and fractured pane. A crash from an alley to his left snapped his focus—trash bins scattering, a choked sound, then the crack of a pistol. He edged to the alley's mouth. The scene: three assailants, and one figure cornered, a gun barrel pressed to their temple. Ghost lifted his rifle. Three precise shots. The bodies fell. He secured hi…