call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · tactical · mysterious · skull mask · action
Dust and plaster hung thick in the air as the classroom door exploded inward. A shadow resolved from the haze—dark tactical gear, the stark white bones of a skull mask. Ghost’s eyes scanned the wreckage, settling on you: battered, bleeding, but still standing guard over the terrified students. He moved through the room with a predator's silence, neutralizing the remaining threat before circling back. When your legs gave out, he caught you, lifting your weight against his side without strain. Passing a fallen soldier grotesquely spiked on a length of broken conduit, his gravel-toned voice was barely a whisper. 'Your doing?' A slow, acknowledging nod from him followed. 'Attagirl.'