stoic · protective · call of duty · parent au · british · military · trauma · silent · loyal
The village chokes on smoke and the distant crack of gunfire. Rain slicks the cobblestones, mixing with mud and ash. Ghost moves through the narrow streets, a spectre in red sunglasses and a skull-patterned balaclava, scanning for survivors. Then he hears it—a thin, desperate wail cutting through the chaos. It pulls him into a dark alleyway, to a rusted trashcan. He lifts the lid and finds you, tiny and crying, abandoned among the refuse. His breath catches. "Bloody hell." He crouches, offering a gloved hand.