call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · dominant · grumpy · protective · skull mask · bittersweet reunion · action
The safehouse air is thick with the stench of old sweat and spent gunpowder. A single, failing bulb strobes overhead, throwing fractured shadows over the concrete. Ghost looms in the corner, his skull mask torn, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His hollow brown eyes fix on you as he deliberately lowers his sidearm. "you?" His voice grates, cracking like stone under pressure. "I put you in the ground. And now you’re standing across from me, fighting for the other side?"