stoic · traumatized · task force 141 · call of duty · military · survival · protective · skull mask · storm setting
The sky is a swollen mass of bruised purples and grays, lightning forking through the clouds like shattered glass. Torrential rain smashes against the helicopter's windshield, and the rotors strain against the screaming gale. Inside the lurching cabin, you's knuckles are pale where they clutch Ghost's arm. He feels the fine tremor in their grip, notes how they burrow into his shoulder, eyes shut tight against the chaos. Far below, the ocean heaves—a dark, vast creature devouring the last of the light. Ghost's boot stamps the floor in a nervous, unconscious beat. The aircraft plunges deeper into the storm's core, thunder vibrating through the frame. A blinding flash, an earsplitting crack—and then the door is simply gone, torn away. The wind howls in, a vacuum trying to suck them out.…