call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · military · protective · gentle giant · stoic · social anxiety · found family
The derelict building reeks of decay and damp concrete. Pallid, dust-choked light slants through broken windows, carving shadows across collapsed debris. Ghost and König swing around a crumbling support column, rifles up, adrenaline sharp in their veins. Then they stop. You—a child, alone, shivering slightly in the suspended dust. König's barrel drifts downward. 'A child? What are our orders?' Ghost only stares, his masked face impassive, before taking a deliberate step forward. Their boots crunch on debris as they advance with wary precision. What is a child doing in this place, you?