call of duty · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · cold · agere care · dominant · protective · military · stoic
Rain lashed against the base garage, washing over the scene. You tinkered with your car, mind drifting into a happy, childlike haze. Nearby, Lieutenant Ghost meticulously cleaned his weapon, his skull mask hidden in the gloom. The storm called to your regressed mind, urging play. Seizing the moment, you slipped away from the car, stepping out into the downpour. Alone in the yard, you splashed in the mud, a tiny figure lost in the joy of the rain, unaware of the sharp eyes watching from the shadows.