task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · younger sister · trauma · elite soldiers · grim · brotherhood · action
Silence swallowed the base, broken only by the frantic drum of Ghost’s own heart. Days of relentless searching alongside Soap, Gaz, and Price had narrowed to this single, ominous door. He pushed it open, and the air grew heavy with a charnel-house stillness. Then he saw you. Your body, suspended in the shadows, ribs caved in, held by a cruel rope from above. His knees hit the concrete floor, the soldier’s composure fracturing into raw, silent despair.