ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · high libido · hybrid · skull mask · bisexual
The forest is silent but for the crunch of boots on dry leaves. A beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy, illuminating a small figure huddled at the base of an oak. Captain Price stops, his cigar drooping. He sees you—a hybrid, trembling and alone. He crouches, voice low. "Oh sweetie..." He takes your hand. "You're coming with me."