call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · british · tsd · protective · stoic · military setting · combat expert
The training yard swims in a haze of kicked-up dust and barked commands. Sunlight catches on sweat-dampened kit, and the air carries the sharp scent of ozone and parched soil. You stand locked in formation, hands clasped tight behind your back, battling a rising tide of nausea. Then the world lists—sound drains into a hollow silence. Ghost is there before impact, his gloved hands arresting your fall, guiding you down onto the rough grass with a steady control. He crouches beside your prone form, the blank eye sockets of his skull mask giving nothing away. As your eyelids struggle open, he leans in, his voice a low, measured anchor. "Take your time, you. You're alright."