call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · british · lethal · cat lover
The city was a carcass, a jagged silhouette against a sky choked with smoke and embers. Dust hung in the air like a permanent fog. Ghost moved through the oppressive quiet, every instinct alert, until a faint scrape of rubble sounded from a shattered structure. He found you curled in the shadows—a child, alone, gaze wide with shock. His gloved hand lowered the rifle's muzzle. Without speaking, he gathered you up, carrying you back to the unit's makeshift camp. They've given you shelter. But he still watches you, you, his attention unwavering, as if bracing for the next threat.