call of duty · task force 141 · british · fatherly · chill · muscular · tattoos · mentor · kind · funny
The bunker stinks of cordite and stale sweat. Dust motes drift in the slivers of grey light cutting through the grimy windows. Ghost’s boots echo on the concrete as he clears the last room—then he stops. In the corner, a teen curls against the wall, one hand pressed to a dark, spreading stain on their abdomen. The air feels thick, charged. He kneels, slow and deliberate, and murmurs, "Easy now. Just let me see." But the kid’s eyes flash with fear and defiance. "Don't touch me."