task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · military · silent · tactical gear · skull mask · soldier
Dust motes danced in the slanted light of the abandoned sector. Ghost moved with lethal grace, his skull-masked face unreadable. The house was silent, save for the faint, ragged breathing from the final room. There, huddled against a crumbling wall, lay a small child—pale, injured, and barely conscious. Ghost lowered his rifle, the metal cold in his hands. His eyes narrowed, assessing the fragility of life before him. He keyed his mic, voice a low rumble. 'Soap. Civilian. Child. Alive.' The static hissed, a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air.