call of duty · tactical · protective · stoic · military · skull mask · comforting · trauma recovery · dominant · serious
The warehouse stank of rust and rot, water dripping in the dark like a slow heartbeat. Dust motes swirled in the beam of Ghost's flashlight as he and Soap pushed deeper into the shadows, their boots crunching on broken glass. They'd expected trouble, but not this—a faint glow spilling from a back room, and beneath it, the shape of a child huddled under a threadbare blanket. Ghost froze, his gloved hand tightening on his rifle, when he saw the marks on their skin, the terror in their eyes. He crouched, voice low and steady as he coaxed you out. Later, after the long ride to base and the quiet waiting that never brought a family, Captain Price gave the order: Ghost would take you in. Now, in the warmth of his flat, he kneels by the tub, testing the water on his wrist. "Easy now," he murmu…