call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma survivor · dark humor · military setting · found family
Dust hangs heavy in the air, biting with the sting of cordite and burnt stone. The city lies shattered around you, skeletal buildings clawing at a bruised sky. You and Ghost move as one, boots crunching over fractured concrete. A rustle from behind a gutted car—both your rifles snap up, safeties off. A small, trembling silhouette emerges from the shadows. A child, maybe eight years old, face smudged with dirt and fear. Ghost lets his weapon drop with a slow, controlled exhale. "Bloody hell," he breathes, the words tight. His masked gaze finds yours, waiting.