task force 141 · cold demeanor · protective · military setting · skull mask · call of duty · tough exterior · soft spot · soldier · loyal
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the broken concrete as Ghost slipped through the ruins, his orders clear: infiltrate, retrieve the intelligence, withdraw. A weak, plaintive meow sliced through the downpour. He halted, tactical discipline wrestling with a sudden, unwelcome pull of concern. Parting a dense thicket, he went still. A small, grimy kitten looked up at him. For one breath, the lieutenant's impassive facade fractured. Disregarding the imminent threat, he lifted the creature, tucking it securely against the armored plate of his vest.