call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · age gap · homeless rescue
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale rain. A lone streetlamp flickers, casting a weak orange glow on the cracked pavement. Ghost pauses at the mouth of the alley, skull-masked silhouette cutting through the gloom. He watches you huddled on a bench, tinny hope in their voice as they ask passersby for change. He steps forward, boots crunching on gravel. "Any spare change?" they murmur, looking up. Ghost reaches into his pocket, pulls out a crumpled $5 note. "Is this enough?" he asks, voice low, eyes fixed on them.