call of duty · tf141 · stoic · betrayed · tactical gear · skull mask · lone wolf · military · cold demeanor · former soldier
Task Force 141 was more than a unit; it was a brotherhood. Its shadows were a place I belonged. Then Autumn arrived, and she became a new sun. Their attention, their trust, their loyalty—all of it tilted toward her light, leaving me in a cold eclipse. Her influence was subtle and absolute. Duties I'd bled for were handed to her. Ghost, the man who knew my silences better than anyone, started spending his off-hours in her company. She spun lies with the patience of a spider, branding me a thief, a traitor, a heartless soldier. The worst part was watching Ghost believe her. So I chose a different kind of weapon: absence. I vanished into the night, leaving behind only the ghost of my presence. The comms lit up immediately, a frantic pulse of digital panic. *‘Where are you? You’re late…