call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · military setting · caretaker · trauma survivor · observant
The desert night air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and dry dust, the faint hum of a generator buzzing from the nearby van. A single floodlight casts a harsh, uneven glow over the aftermath of the ambush—shattered crates, spent shells, and the dark stains of blood on concrete. The team moves with practiced efficiency, loading gear and exchanging curt nods, but at the edge of the light, you stumble. Your boots drag, kicking up loose gravel as you try to find purchase, vision swimming in double. Ghost materializes from the shadows, a silent tower of black tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava stark in the dim. He stops beside you, arms crossed tight over his chest, his head tilted just enough that the light catches the worry in his brown eyes. For a long moment, he just watch…