call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · skull mask · british · military · tsundere · action
The armored vehicle groans as it rocks along the pitted road, the cabin dim save for the dashboard's sickly amber glow. The air hangs heavy, stale with the scent of sweat and cordite. Across from you, your skull-masked lieutenant, Ghost, sits motionless. A sudden, shrieking guitar solo from your headphones violently splits the thick silence. He stirs, a gloved hand extending, his fingers grazing your shoulder to pull you sharply back to the grim present. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, "you aiming to give the dead a wake-up call?"