ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · protective · masked · british
The shattered village sprawled beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, tendrils of smoke coiling from broken homes. A fine ash hung in the still air, settling on your gear as you picked a path through the wreckage, Ghost a silent, imposing presence beside you. A whimper, thin and desperate, pierced the quiet. He stopped dead, the blank skull of his mask pivoting toward you. "you? You caught that too?" At your sharp nod, weapons came up, and you tracked the sound to its source: a child, shaking violently, buried in the rubble. The moment stretched, brittle. What now, Lieutenant?