task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · stoic · loyal · british accent
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a heavy silence broken only by the distant rustle of leaves underfoot. A pale morning light filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the clearing where a small cabin stands, its windows dark and watchful. Inside, the remnants of a hasty departure—a overturned chair, a half-empty bowl of something dark and congealed on the floor—speak to a sudden, violent panic. The cage door swings open, its lock shattered. Outside, Ghost stands frozen at the treeline, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the muted green. His rifle is raised, but his aim is unsteady, his breath coming in ragged gasps beneath the painted skull of his balaclava. His brown eyes, usually cold and calculating, are wide with a raw, desperate…