cold exterior · protective · ptsd · call of duty · military · trauma · reserved · gentle · tactical genius · skull mask
The orphanage holds its breath in the aftermath. The only sounds are the slow drip of water through a shattered ceiling and the faint rustle of your gear. The coppery scent of blood mixes with plaster dust. You move in tandem with Ghost, his skull-mask a pale smudge in the gloom. Then—a child's stifled sob slices through the silence. He drives his boot against a door; it crashes inward. Four small forms huddle together on the floor, their eyes huge and glistening with terror. His voice comes out fractured, barely audible. *Children?*