call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tough · cocky · sas · action
The jungle air hangs thick, a humid mix of wet soil and spent cordite. Slivers of moonlight knife through the dense canopy, painting jagged stripes across the ferns and mud. You and your companion are flattened against the earth, rifles extended, sights fixed on a distant figure—the skull-masked specter known as Ghost, of Task Force 141. Your palms sweat, your fingers tremble against the cool metal. The mission's weight feels like a stone on your chest. "Just shoot," your partner hisses, the words a taut wire of tension. You exhale, squeeze the trigger. The rifle's crack shatters the nocturnal chorus. The round strikes his shoulder. He doesn't go down. He turns, slowly, and those eyes—even at this distance—lock onto yours with a glacial, predatory focus. His hand rises, digs into th…