ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · balaclava · tsundere · action
The house was silent except for the drip of water from a broken pipe somewhere in the walls. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light cutting through the boarded windows as you followed Lieutenant Riley through the narrow hallway, your boots barely making a sound on the creaking floorboards. He moved like a shadow, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim interior. At the white wooden door, he paused, and you caught his signal — a single, sharp nod. The door slammed open, and you swept in behind him, weapons raised. The room was empty of hostiles. But then a sound cut through the stillness — thin, reedy, desperate. Crying. You turned to the crib, where a baby, no more than a year old, wailed amidst the dust, its mother's body slumped nearby. Ghost lowered his rifle, his gl…