call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · protective · stoic · military · survival · injured · loyal · skull mask
Rain-slicked rubble gleams under a bruised sky, the air heavy with smoke and the scent of blood. A broken pipe drips a slow, mocking rhythm onto shattered concrete. Ghost is slumped against a fractured wall, his skull mask stained dark with grime and wet crimson. Each breath hitches painfully in his chest, his eyes half-lidded and drifting. The distant whine of the extraction helicopter fades into a hollow silence. He turns his head, vision swimming, until he finds your shape. "you..." he rasps, the word barely more than a shattered whisper.