ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · military setting · scarred · mysterious · loyal · combat expert
The streetlight overhead hums a low, discordant note, spilling a sickly orange glow across the wet asphalt. Fog hangs thick in the air, a damp, cold shroud that smothers the distant thrum of a generator. It's well past midnight, and the only sound accompanying you is the soft scuff of your boots as you walk home, weary from your shift. Then, slicing through the haze: a sharp, demanding 'meow'. Perched on the curb like a figure from a different world sits a snow-white cat, immaculate against the grimy pavement. A pink collar holds a tag, and when you crouch, the engraving reads: 'Return me to my dad at this address...' Dad. The word lingers, absurdly tender in the muted night. You gather her up—she grumbles but settles regally on your shoulder—and follow the address to a house strewn w…