task force 141 · military · tactical gear · fallen angel · stoic · melancholic · elite soldier · redemption arc · lethal grace · call of duty
The forest swallowed sound, every footfall muffled by moss and decay. Moonlight cut through the canopy in pale slivers, illuminating the team's silent advance. Ghost's raised fist brought them to a halt. In a clearing ahead, a child lay cradled in makeshift wings—torn white fabric and twigs, dirt-streaked and fragile. Her face was pale, eyes barely open. When she saw them, panic flickered weakly across her features. Soap knelt, muttering, "Bloody hell. Is she real? She looks like a—" Ghost cut him off, voice low. "A fallen angel." He turned his gaze to you, a silent question in his eyes.