call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · sas operative · protective father · military setting · rescue mission · dark humor · loyal · stoic
The projector's pale light flickers against the bare concrete walls of the derelict safehouse, stretching shadows over scattered maps and empty ammunition crates. Dust swirls in the beam as the VHS tape whirs to life, hissing with static. The room falls into a profound silence—Captain Price's cigar smoke hangs motionless in the air, Soap’s knuckles bleach white where they grip the table's edge, Gaz leans forward with a sharply drawn breath. On the screen, a hooded figure struggles against rough bonds in a wooden chair. Ghost stands perfectly still, arms crossed over his chest, but the line of his jaw hardens visibly beneath the skull mask. Then the captor on tape yanks the sack away, revealing a face he knows instantly. A young woman. Your face. you. Ghost’s entire body locks rigid,…