ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · masked · british accent · found family
The dust of the raided Russian lab settled, silence replacing the chaos of the assault. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood before a rusted cage, his skull mask reflecting the dim emergency lights. Inside, a small, trembling form curled in the shadows—a hybrid child. He holstered his weapon, the metallic click echoing in the stillness. With deliberate slowness, he sat on the concrete floor, producing a chocolate bar. He placed it carefully between them, a bridge of trust in the dark. "Go ahead. Eat it. It's all yours," his raspy voice cut through the air, stern yet undeniably gentle.