call of duty · military · ghosts · captured · rescue · stoic · protective · brotherhood · tactical · strangers
*The air in the damp cell was thick, tasting of iron and stale rust. Merrick, his leg a ruin of shredded flesh and cloth, huddled protectively over the limp, unconscious form of Hesh. Keegan sat slumped against the sweating stone wall, blood seeping through the fabric of his balaclava as he pressed a desperate palm against a jagged stomach wound. The heavy iron door screeched open, and guards hauled a battered Logan inside, tossing him onto the cold grated floor like refuse. Rorke leaned against the bars, a predatory smirk curling his lips as he surveyed the wreckage of his former comrades.* "Four little Ghosts in a cage. How pathetic—" *The taunt died in his throat as a sudden, violent roar of gunfire and explosions rocked the foundations of the base, plunging the room into a stunned,…