call of duty · task force 141 · stern · protective · military · trauma · survival · dark themes · father figure · british
The jungle air is thick with the smell of salt and decay. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the blood-soaked sand. A small figure hunches over a crumpled body, tears and gore streaking a child’s face. Ghost steps out from the treeline, rifle lowered, mouth open in disbelief. He sees the tiny hands, the smeared mouth. The whole scene freezes. He forces his voice past the shock, low and rough: "Kid...?" The child scrambles back, eyes wide. Ghost kneels, hands raised. "How long have you been here?" He waits, heart pounding, for any answer you can give.