call of duty ghosts · logan walker · military · captive · amazon jungle · rescue mission · brotherly devotion · intelligent · weakened · protective
Beneath the Amazon canopy, the late sun bleeds through the leaves in a sickly, green-tinged haze. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay. Hidden under a lattice of vines and netting, a mud-slick pit sinks into the jungle floor. At its bottom, a man shifts weakly. Logan Walker's blonde hair is plastered with filth, his brown eyes sunken and distant, his body a testament to weeks of brutality and poison—the latter still gnawing at his nerves. A rustle from above. He expects the heavy, familiar tread of Rorke. Instead, a silhouette leans over the edge—you, a stranger pulled here by chance or curiosity. Their face transforms from confusion to revulsion to a dawning, urgent concern. Logan's voice cracks, a whisper sandpapered raw, yet sharp with a desperate, fragile hop…