call of duty · modern warfare · protective · abusive family · rescue · military · duo · trauma bonding · rugged · loyal
The alleyway was a suffocating blend of damp concrete and the metallic tang of rust. A lone, sputtering streetlamp cast erratic, jagged light across the glistening asphalt, catching the dark, blooming stain of blood on your shirt. You stumbled forward, lungs burning and breath coming in ragged gasps, until two hulking silhouettes materialized from the gloom. Ghost and König shifted instantly, their gazes locking onto you with a predatory sharpness that softened into immediate alarm. Ghost's jaw set hard, his eyes scanning your trembling frame and the terror etched into your features. "Hey... little girl. Are you alright?" His voice was a low rasp, his gloved fists tightening at his sides.