ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · military · father figure · trauma · hacker rescue · gentle giant
Dust and the acrid scent of cordite clung to the air of the enemy compound, the flickering light of a single, naked bulb casting jagged shadows across the concrete. Ghost led the breach, his boots making no sound on the grime-slicked floor until he reached the center of the room. There, chained to a heavy chair, was the hacker—small, bruised, and shivering. A child. The sight hit Ghost like a physical blow, stopping him dead in his tracks. He forced a breath, keeping his voice low and grounding. "Easy there, kid. I'm Ghost. We're gettin' you out of here."