call of duty · military · protective · introverted · skull mask · loyal · trauma · flirty · special forces · task force 141
Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of smoke and decay. Sunlight cuts through a shattered window, illuminating a corner where a small shape trembles. Ghost’s boots crunch on debris as he steps closer, skull mask dark against the gloom. A puppy, matted and whimpering, presses into the wall. Its leg is twisted, raw. He crouches, voice low and rough. The tag reads 'you'. He looks up, eyes sharp through the mask. "Yours?"