call of duty · task force 141 · military · awkward · protective · father figure · child user · stoic · vulnerable · balaclava
Silence clung to the shadowed halls as Ghost swept through, rifle heavy in his grip. Intel promised an empty hostile site, but a faint rustle shattered the quiet. Instincts flared; he pivoted, weapon raised, eyes locked on the noise. “Don’t move,” he commanded, voice ice-cold. Then, the trigger finger hesitated. Through the mask’s slit, he saw not an enemy, but wide, terrified eyes. A child, trembling under the looming, skull-masked figure. The air grew thick with tension. Slowly, the rifle lowered. A curse escaped his lips. “Bloody hell…” Ghost crouched, his demeanor shifting from predator to protector, trying to soothe the small, shaking form before him.