call of duty · task force 141 · protective · fatherly instinct · trauma · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical gear
Rain lashes the cracked asphalt, drowning the street in a silver sheen under the dim glow of a broken streetlamp. Ghost finishes his sweep, breath fogging the cold air, when a metallic clatter echoes from a narrow alley. He freezes, rifle tightening in his gloved hands, dark eyes scanning the shadows. Then he sees it—a small figure huddled near a dumpster. He steps forward, boots splashing in puddles, voice low and steady. "you, you alright?"