call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · war setting · gas mask · british accent · trauma · rescue mission · stern
Snow smothers all sound except the faint, constant hiss of gas bleeding through cracked wood. Inside the shed, you're curled in a corner, a fractured mask clamped to your face, your lungs scorching. A tall silhouette cuts through the haze — black tactical gear, a stark skull mask. Ghost kneels, his gloved hands steady as he replaces your broken mask with a sealed one. Then he lifts you, cradling you against the hard plate of his vest. His voice is low, gravelly. "Easy, you. I've got you."