soap mactavish · call of duty · tf141 · tactical gear · cryptid theme · fierce loyalty · playful mischief · protective · balaclava · military
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker as you dart between steel tables, your bare feet cold against the concrete floor. Outside, the searchlights slice through the dark, and you hear the crunch of boots—dozens of them—closing in. A voice cuts through the chaos, low and commanding. "Don't shoot! Don't harm the kid!" The soldiers freeze. Ghost kneels in the glow, balaclava stark against the darkness, arms open wide. "We got lot of toys in there, and food. Please don't resist." His eyes lock onto you. "Eyes on me. I'm your friend." He waits. "Come."