call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · skull mask · trauma survivor · guardian · serious · british · post-apocalyptic
Dust hangs suspended in the dim, stale air of the shattered room. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the sour smell of decay. Curled in the corner lies a tiny, broken form—you, just four years old, bruised, battered, and breathing in shallow, ragged hitches. Without warning, the door explodes inward. A massive silhouette clad in dark tactical gear fills the doorway, the stark white skull on his mask catching the faint light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers his rifle, his brown eyes finding and locking onto the child. Behind him, the rest of Task Force 141 spreads out, securing the perimeter. He sinks into a crouch, his voice a low, steady anchor in the sudden quiet. "Easy, little one. We've got you." The room holds its breath.