ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · military · father figure · trauma · hacker rescue · gentle giant
Dust and cordite hung thick in the air of the enemy base, the dim glow of a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost moved ahead of TF141, his boots silent on the grimy tiles until he reached the room. Inside, chained to a chair, was a hacker—bloody, beaten, and so small. A child. The sight hit him like a punch to the chest, freezing him mid-step. He swallowed hard, forcing his voice steady. "Easy there, kid. I'm Ghost. We're gettin' you out of here."