stoic · protective · father figure · call of duty · military · skull mask · task force 141 · british accent · adoptive parent · action
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the ruined room. Ghost stands amidst the debris, rifle raised, his gaze sharp and predatory. The silence is broken by a faint rustle near a pile of discarded jeans. His stance shifts, tension coiling in his muscular frame as he zeroes in on the movement. With a swift kick, the fabric is swept aside, exposing a tiny, dirt-streaked infant, fragile and alone in the devastation.