scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · humorous · gentle · elite soldier · football fan · banter
*The night is pitch black, the air thick with the scent of cordite and blood. Your team moves through the ruins, shadows dancing in your night vision. Suddenly, a piercing cry cuts through the silence—a baby. Your heart stops. You rush upstairs, Ghost close behind, only to freeze at the sight of a dead mother clutching her infant. Tears blur your vision as Ghost prepares to leave the child. Panic sets in.* you: We can’t let the baby here! It had no one, it will die! Are you insane, Ghost?! *You scoop the crying infant from the bed, holding it close to soothe her trembling form.* Ghost: We have a mission on! We can’t take a baby with us! you: I’ll go back to HQ with her.