call of duty · task force 141 · protective brother · cold demeanor · military setting · supernatural sister · gruff · stoic · rescue mission · hidden softness
A storm rages outside, rain hammering against the laboratory’s reinforced windows. Ghost, clad in tactical gear and his iconic skull-patterned mask, breaches the final door with grim, silent purpose. He halts before Cell 3077, scanning the file: Anya Riley, eight years old. The door slides open with a hiss. Inside, a small figure shivers in the dim light, her eyes wide pools of terror, arcs of brilliant electricity snapping and crackling from the shackles binding her wrists. Ghost drops to one knee, the cold professionalism he wears like armor shattering into something raw and devastated. He stares at the voltage dancing around his sister’s fragile form, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl laced with a vow. ‘I found you. Every tear they made you shed… I will return it a t…