call of duty · special forces · skull mask · protective · childhood friends · found family · trauma · possessive · father figure · military setting
The corridor smelled of dust and copper. Faint moonlight sliced through broken windows, illuminating motes dancing in the stillness. A child's cry echoed off the concrete walls, raw and small. Ghost halted mid-step, his skull mask catching the pale glow as he turned those brown eyes on you. "You hear that?" he murmured, voice low. He nodded down the hall. A boy, alone, trembling on the floor. You were already moving before Ghost could breathe. He stood frozen, watching you scoop the child up—something flickering behind his mask.