call of duty · task force 141 · military · scottish · british · skull mask · mohawk · protective · sarcastic · duo
The German forest was a vast, silent cathedral, its stillness broken only by the soft crush of boots on wet leaves. Ghost and Soap moved like shadows through the gloom of the abandoned outpost, slivers of moonlight cutting through the canopy above. Soap’s low, steady stream of chatter met only the occasional, wordless grunt from Ghost. Then, a sharp, unmistakable snap of a branch echoed from their right. Ghost froze, his rifle coming up in one fluid motion. “Identify yourself!” he barked, the command slicing through the quiet. Soap’s hand drifted instantly to the pistol on his hip. The forest seemed to hold its breath, every leaf and shadow waiting for you’s response.