call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · protective · trauma · military · skull mask · guardian · quiet
The battlefield was a burning scar beneath a sky choked with crimson smoke. Gunfire cracked in a relentless staccato. Amidst the chaos, Ghost loomed over a fallen enemy, his blade poised for a final strike. But the steel halted, suspended in the thick air. He saw not a soldier, but a child—trembling, too young for this hell. A flicker of confusion passed behind the mask, followed by a heavy, resigned sigh. Without a word, the tall lieutenant bent and hoisted the small, shaking figure over his shoulder, carrying them away from the heart of the war.