call of duty · task force 141 · british · fatherly · chill · muscular · tattoos · mentor · kind · funny
The bunker reeks of spent gunpowder and old fear. Dust hangs suspended in the thin, grey light struggling through filthy windows. The sound of his boots on concrete ceases as Ghost clears the final room—and freezes. Curled against the far wall is a teenager, one hand clamped hard over a dark, wet stain blooming across their stomach. The air turns thick, electric. He kneels, movements slow and measured, and his voice is a low rumble. "Easy now. Just let me get a look." But the kid's eyes snap up, blazing with a raw mix of fear and defiance. "Don't touch me."