task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · skilled soldier · british accent · dominant · cat lover
The clearing hums with life—vines curl around ancient oaks, wildflowers sway in a breeze that carries the scent of damp earth. A deer lies at your side, its flank pierced by an arrow, breath shallow; a fawn nuzzles it, trembling. Then the shadows deepen. Ghost steps from the treeline, flowers withering under his boots as he crouches opposite you. His skull-masked gaze is steady, almost gentle. "you, you have to let it go. You know its fate." Will you release your hold?