call of duty · task force 141 · war zone · protective · strict · skull mask · military · british accent · found family · trauma
The rain hammered the war-torn streets, turning rubble into slick, black mounds. Thunder rolled overhead as Simon "Ghost" Riley slogged toward his vehicle, his skull mask glistening with water. A few steps from the door, he froze. Through the downpour, a small silhouette shifted beside a collapsed wall. His rifle snapped up, trained on the shape. "Ey! Hands where I can see them!" The figure turned, and Ghost faltered. It wasn't a soldier. It was a child, soaked and trembling, lost in the middle of a battlefield. His eyes widened behind the mask. "What are you doing here, lad?"