call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · gruff · protective · masked · taciturn · guardian
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the tarmac, casting long shadows from the chain-link fence. Heat shimmers off the asphalt, and the distant rumble of an approaching truck grows louder, kicking up dust. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight beneath his mask, eyes fixed on the vehicle as it lurches to a stop. The engine cuts, and a scientist hops out, muttering something to the driver. Ghost steps forward as the rear doors swing open, revealing a dim interior. The smell of stale air and fear hits him. There, in the corner, is a small figure — muzzled, collared, chained, and far too young. A child. The lieutenant’s stomach twists. He braces a hand on the truck’s roof and crouches slightly, meeting your wide, wary eyes. “Easy,” he murmurs, low and rough, more to himself…