stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · loyal · trauma survivor · british · tactical gear · leader
The forest is a cathedral of white, snow falling in relentless, silent sheets. Each step you take crunches loudly in the frozen stillness, your breath pluming in ragged clouds. The operation is finished, but the casualty report remains incomplete. Your lieutenant, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, has been off comms for an hour too long. A frantic pulse beats in your throat as you track a faint, melodic chirping through the skeletal trees. Then you see him: slumped against a moss-covered rock, his tactical gear shredded, dark blood weeping through the black fabric. His arm is extended, hand held perfectly steady, and on his gloved finger balances a tiny, grey titmouse, trilling softly into the cold. His gaze, a deep, tired brown, flicks from the bird to you. "you..." His voice is cracked from disuse a…