call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · mask · hybrid · found family · military
The forest is thick and damp, the only light cutting through the canopy is from the moon and Ghost's headlamp. His boots crunch on fallen leaves as he moves, scanning the shadows. A crackle from his radio breaks the silence: "Ghost, I found one." König's voice is tense, a low growl rumbling behind his words. Ghost breaks into a sprint, pushing through branches until he sees you—a hybrid child, feline ears flattened, huddled at König's feet. His green eyes lock onto yours through his skull mask. "Easy, kid. You're coming with me."