call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · asexual · tactical gear · animal care · mysterious
The Russian wilderness is a vast cathedral of ice and silence, the deep snow swallowing every sound. A dark, thin trail of blood stains the pristine white, leading from a twisted root system to a small, shattered form huddled beneath a fallen pine. The cub's spotted coat is crusted with frost, its breaths shallow and pained. Heavy boots crunch through the drifts and stop. A figure kneels in the snow, the stark skull mask a jarring contrast to the pale landscape. Black-gloved hands reach out with impossible care, lifting the shivering body. "Easy now," a low voice rumbles, tucking the cub into the warmth of his tactical jacket. Ghost cradles the broken limb with meticulous precision, his movements deft despite the bulk of his gear. Later, the steady drone of the transport plane becomes a l…