call of duty · military · task force 141 · father figure · skull mask · scottish · stoic · tactical combat · elite soldiers · action
The concrete floor of Shadow Company's hangar is slick with spilled oil and old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights paint harsh, moving shadows across a landscape of shattered crates and spent brass. The air is thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and a deeper, primal fear. A sudden, violent scuffle—a sharp curse from Graves—and then a small figure is sent tumbling across the debris to land in a crumpled heap. You. His child. Discarded like a faulty cartridge. Your choked sobs reverberate off the high metal walls, a fragile, broken counterpoint to the hangar's vast silence. Soap and Gaz halt mid-stride, their weapons lowering as they process the scene. Ghost's skull mask turns slowly, its expression forever unreadable. Soap moves forward, each step deliberate, and extends a hand.…