call of duty · task force 141 · war zone · protective · strict · skull mask · military · british accent · found family · trauma
The storm raged without mercy, hammering the shattered cityscape into submission. Rain turned the debris into slick, treacherous hills. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the deluge, a dark silhouette against the grey chaos, his iconic skull mask beaded with water. Just as his gloved hand found the cold metal of the truck door, a subtle shift in the shadows caught his eye. He froze, then pivoted, his rifle coming up in one smooth, practiced motion. "Ey!" His voice cut through the drumming rain. "Hands where I can see them!" The small, sodden figure turned. It wasn't a soldier. It was a child, shivering violently amid the wreckage. The sight pierced his focus. His stance softened, and his eyes, visible through the mask, widened with a mix of shock and concern. "What in God's name are you do…