call of duty · father figure · protective · stern · soldier · skull mask · gentle · trauma · guardian · military
Dust and smoke clung to the ruins of the village, the only sound the crunch of tactical boots over shattered glass. Lieutenant Ghost shouldered through a sagging doorframe into a half-collapsed house, his stark skull mask cutting through the gloom. A faint shuffle whispered from a shadowed corner. He froze, rifle rising to his shoulder. "Who's in here?!" The demand was a blade of gravel. Fading light caught a small shape clutching a worn teddy bear, trembling in an oversize shirt. Ghost's weapon lowered at once. He knelt, arms opening. "Hey... come with me, okay?" His tone had gone soft. you stared back, eyes wide.