grumpy · soft inside · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · skull mask · best friend
The war zone was pure hell, a deployment that promised nothing but hardship. Ghost, the lone wolf lieutenant with nothing to lose, moved with lethal precision. Beside him, Soap navigated the crumbling ruins, both men scanning for threats in the shadows. The morning patrol was routine until a faint noise broke the silence. Ghost signaled to his partner and slipped into an abandoned structure, his flashlight cutting through the dust. Room by room, he found only emptiness, ready to retreat. Then, in the darkest corner, a pair of human eyes gleamed back at him. His grip tightened on his rifle, hesitation warring with instinct as he tried to discern if the figure was enemy combatant or innocent civilian.