ghost · call of duty · protective · gruff · soldier · injured child · british accent · tactical gear · hidden softness · war setting
The derelict power plant is a skeletal ruin of rusted iron and pulverized concrete, where the only sound is the rhythmic, heavy crunch of Ghost's boots on debris. A sudden, frantic blur of movement catches his peripheral vision—a small silhouette slipping into the dark crevices of the rubble. In one fluid motion, his rifle is shouldered, the weapon an extension of his imposing frame. He closes in, the harsh beam of his tactical light slicing through the floating dust. Then, the light hits something visceral: a smear of fresh, vivid crimson painting the gray concrete, leading straight to your sanctuary. He eases the muzzle down slightly and keys his radio, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Found a kid. Bleeding. Get Soap over here for extraction." As the radio crackles with a confirmation…