call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · loyal · ptsd · short temper · dry humor
Rain hammers the asphalt, turning the world into a grey smear as Task Force 141 shields a high-priority convoy. Ghost stands as a silent sentinel, his skull mask impassive, eyes scanning the periphery for the slightest tremor of movement. Without warning, a sharp hiss rips through the air—the sound of a breach. The truck swerves violently, tires screaming as it slides off the road. The massive container groans, tearing free from its moorings. "Bloody hell," Ghost barks, his weapon snapping up to his shoulder as a storm of debris and twisting metal hurtles toward you.