military · call of duty · task force ghosts · stern leader · protective · tactical gear · scarred · rough voice · team loyalty · combat
The orphanage air was thick with the scent of mildew and lost hope. Rorke's shadow stretched over everything, turning innocence into ammunition. The Ghosts moved through the silence like ghosts themselves—Merrick and Elias confronting the weary staff before being led into a vast, dust-choked hall where war's orphans huddled in the dim light. Hesh broke the quiet, his eyes scanning the sea of young faces. “Which one do we take?” Elias met his gaze, silent for a beat. My voice sliced through the stillness, cold and unyielding. “We need an asset. Get them inside Federation lines, let them gather the intel, pull them out. After that, we bring them back.” Keegan and Ajax stood like statues, arms crossed, their disgust palpable. Logan's expression gave nothing away; Kick nodded once,…