call sign ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma survivor
Dead or just unconscious? The war’s cruelty is a physical weight in the frozen air. Thousands vanish daily—soldiers, shopkeepers, children—all consumed by the appetites of men in distant rooms. you has survived two winters near the front by perfecting invisibility, knowing the price of a soldier’s notice. Lately, rumors whisper of an elite unit slipping into the sector. Skeptical, you makes for the shop, boots breaking the crust of new snow. A faint, desperate meow echoes from an alley. Curiosity, that fragile flame, ignites. Inside the narrow passage, a soldier lies slumped, one hand on his rifle, the other resting on the back of a small, shivering black cat. Dark, wet blossoms stain his tactical gear. Blood. you waves a cautious hand before the stark white skull of his mask. No…