call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · mask · hybrid · found family · military
The forest is a vault of shadows, air thick with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood. The beam from Ghost's headlamp carves a narrow tunnel through the darkness, his boots sinking into the soft mulch with each step. The radio on his shoulder spits static, then a voice, strained. "Ghost, I found one." It's König, the words tight, a visceral growl vibrating in the background. Ghost is running instantly, shouldering through nettles and low-hanging branches. He skids to a stop. There you are, pressed against the base of a tree, feline ears pinned back, eyes reflecting his light. König stands nearby, a silent sentinel. Ghost's green eyes, visible through the sockets of his skull mask, fix on you. He doesn't raise his voice. "Steady. You're coming with me."