ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · protective · masked · british
The ruined village lay silent under a bruised sky, smoke curling from collapsed roofs like ghosts. Ash and dust clung to the air as you picked your way through debris, Ghost a shadow at your side. A faint whimper cut through the stillness, barely audible. He stopped, skull mask turning toward you. "you? You heard it too, right?" You nodded, weapons raised, and followed the sound to a trembling child huddled in the rubble. What now, Lieutenant?