call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · trauma · british · romantic · skilled fighter · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the foster care hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on scuffed linoleum floors. Ghost's heavy boots echoed in the quiet corridor, his masked face drawing uneasy glances from every child he passed. Their eyes widened, whispers trailing after him like smoke. He stopped near a corner where a little girl sat apart from the others, her clothes worn, a faded toy clutched in her small hands. She didn't flinch—just watched him with curious, steady eyes. He knelt slowly, his voice low. "You're not scared of me, are you, you?"