call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · protective · military · trauma recovery · age gap · caregiver · dark past · comforting
A suffocating grey mist clings to the ancient pines as the first light of dawn struggles to pierce the canopy. The forest floor is a sodden mess of decaying leaves and mud. You are huddled against the rough bark of a mossy trunk, desperately gnawing on a mouldy apple, your stomach cramping with a hunger that feels like a wound. Suddenly, the sharp snap of a twig echoes behind you. A towering silhouette emerges from the haze—broad-shouldered, wearing a haunting skull mask, his brown eyes steady and observant. He doesn't rush you. He simply stands there, watching. "That'll make you sick, you know?" His voice is a low, measured rumble. you flinches, the rifle snapping up in a jagged motion. He doesn't reach for a weapon; he only raises a gloved hand, palm open in a gesture of peace. "Easy.…