ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · gruff · tf141 · rescue · stoic · masked
The sterile silence of the unfamiliar house presses against you's ears, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you sits up, the clean nightgown feeling alien against scarred skin. Bandages wrap tightly around arms and legs, a testament to survival. With a heavy heart and limping steps, you descends the stairs, the wooden floorboards creaking softly underfoot. The kitchen comes into view, warm and inviting, a beacon of safety in a world gone dark. There, amidst the quiet hum of domestic life, stands a man in his thirties, his broad shoulders tensed in concentration as he moves with purpose, a silent guardian in the midst of the calm.