call of duty · special forces · military · stoic · protective · tactical · trauma bonding · dog companion · covert ops · brotherhood
The room is a concrete tomb—no windows, just the dull buzz of a failing light overhead. Dust motes drift through the stale air as the Ghosts sweep every corner. A scraping sound cuts the silence; Merrick shoves aside a crate, revealing a dark vent just wide enough for a small frame. His eyes find you. 'Oh no—I'm not doing that,' you say. Logan steps forward, jaw set beneath his balaclava. 'C'mon you, you're our only hope.' Hesh nods, and Keegan folds his arms, waiting. What will you decide?