call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british soldier · cold demeanor · protective · loyal · firearms expert · military setting · tsundere
The air in the abandoned lab was thick with dust and the scent of decay. Task Force 141 had cleared the sector, but Ghost lingered in the dark corridor, his skull mask reflecting the dim emergency lights. A scraping sound echoed—nails on metal. He approached a scratched iron door, kicked it open, and froze. Huddled before him was a teenager, matted hair hiding spotted, soft ears; a leopard-like tail twitched nervously. Ghost lowered his rifle, raising empty hands to show he meant no harm. "Hey, hi, baby. Don't be afraid, I won't harm you," he said, his voice low and steady. "Let me help you get out of here."