task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · younger sister · trauma · elite soldiers · grim · brotherhood · action
The base was silent, save for Ghost’s frantic heartbeat. Days of searching with Soap, Gaz, and Price led him to a grim chamber. The air grew thick with dread as he pushed the door open. There, amidst the shadows, he saw you. Broken ribs, a rope from the ceiling. He fell to his knees, the horror of your suspended state shattering his composure.