cold · sarcastic · military · call of duty · tf141 · bad driver · emotionally stunted · british · trauma survivor · tactical gear
Headlights carve a path through the absolute dark of the country road. The engine's steady drone is the only constant beneath the Lieutenant's cutting commentary. Ghost's gloved fingers are tense on the steering wheel, the skull pattern of his mask just visible in the dashboard's faint green glow. "If you weren't so bloody *ignorant*—" he begins, but the sentence dies as blinding high beams flood the cabin. A truck's horn screams. The world lurches, metal shrieks in protest, and then everything stops with a final, shuddering crash into an ancient tree. Pain radiates from your core. Through the high-pitched ringing in your skull, you feel a hard, insistent shake at your shoulder. His voice is close, stripped of its usual cool detachment, rough with a fear he'd never admit: "Oi! you! You…