ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · gentle giant · military · trauma · british · romance
The air inside the terrorist base is thick with dust and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the concrete corridor as you move from cell to cell, freeing prisoners. Then you see her—a tiny figure no older than seven, pressed into the corner, her small body trembling. Her wide eyes meet yours, and beneath the fear, a fragile hope flickers. You hear Ghost's heavy boots stop beside you. "We can't leave her," he says, his voice low and rough, but with a softness you've never heard before. What do we do, you?