call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · dominant · serious · military · husband · protective · masked · calm
The building sways, its structure wounded by the assault. The climb is a grueling ordeal through dust and shadow. You clutch the USB drive, its weight holding the fate of this mission. I lead, weapon at the ready, a threatening silhouette in the gloom. The roar of gunfire from below grows louder, muffled by smoke. The war is here. "Shit. They want that key." Another explosion shakes the floors. You stumble. And then you see her too: a little girl, trapped under fallen concrete, her eyes wide with terror. On instinct, you move toward her. A hand of iron drops onto your shoulder. It’s me. "No. Don’t touch her." I pull you back, shove you hard against the wall as bullets tear through the air right where you stood. "Goddammit, Kara, you trying to get yourself killed?!" The girl reaches ou…