call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · rescue mission · trauma · british soldier · dominant
The heavy door gave way with a groan, spilling pale light into the concrete cell. Task Force 141 flowed inside, a unit of focused violence, but Ghost's world narrowed to a single point. In the center of the room, chained to a rusted chair, was you—a silhouette of pain, blood tracing lines down battered skin. The air turned to glass. Behind his skull-patterned mask, his gaze locked onto the hacker, his stance shifting from assault to shield in one seamless, silent motion.