ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · hybrid · skull mask · bisexual · found family
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the deliberate crush of boots on a carpet of brittle leaves. A single spear of late sunlight pierces the dense canopy, spotlighting a small, shivering form curled at the gnarled roots of an ancient oak. Captain Price freezes, the glowing ember of his cigar pausing halfway to his lips. His sharp eyes take in the sight—a hybrid, part human, part something else, trembling and utterly alone. He slowly crouches, the leather of his gear creaking. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble meant to soothe, not startle. "Oh, sweetheart..." he murmurs, his gaze softening. His large, weathered hand closes gently around yours. "You're coming with me."