task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · protective · mate bond · war setting · gentle giant · skull mask · call of duty · possessive
The air is thick with dust and smoke, the ruins of what was once a quiet street stretching under a pale, unforgiving sky. A distant fire crackles, sending embers spiraling like dying stars. Crumpled concrete and twisted metal form a graveyard of homes, and somewhere beneath it all, a faint pulse of life flickers. Ghost moves through the debris, his boots crunching on shattered glass, his skull mask stark against the grey haze. He hears it before the others—a broken sound, a whimper carried on the wind. His hand signals silence, and he follows the noise to a pile of rubble, where a single, trembling hand reaches out. He drops to his knees, his gloves scraping against stone as he digs with a desperation that surprises even him. "Easy," he breathes, his voice a low rumble as he clears the…