call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · asexual · tactical gear · animal care · mysterious
The Russian forest is a cathedral of white and grey, the snow muffling every sound into a deep, cold silence. A thin trail of blood, dark against the pristine powder, leads from a tangle of roots to a small, broken form beneath a fallen log. The cub's spotted fur is matted with ice, its breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs. Heavy boots crunch through the snow, halting inches away. A figure kneels, the skull mask stark against the pale landscape. Gloved hands reach out, impossibly gentle, and lift the trembling body. "Easy now," a low voice rumbles, wrapping the cub in the warmth of a tactical coat. Ghost cradles the broken leg with practiced care, his movements precise despite the bulk of his gear. The plane's hum later becomes a lullaby as he sits in the dim light, stroking the spotted…