call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · intense · bisexual · skilled combatant
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, bitter with cordite. Muffled shouts and the staccato rhythm of automatic fire echo through the concrete labyrinth, but the loudest sound is your own wet, labored breathing. Your fingers, slippery with blood, claw for the radio on your vest. You manage a broken plea into the static. Then a voice cuts through—low, urgent, fraying at the edges. 'you, where are you?!' It's Ghost, and the raw panic in his tone is something you've never heard before. He's already in motion, weaving through a storm of bullets to get to you. The floor tilts beneath you as you hear the heavy, determined pound of his boots closing the distance. Will you answer?