ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · dark humor · military setting · emotional · protective · partner · tragic backstory
Dust still dances in the oppressive air of the ruined building, illuminated by the erratic sweep of a flashlight cutting through the debris. Ghost, his skull mask streaked with grit and sweat, cradles the infant tightly against his tactical gear. His brown eyes search yours in the gloom as the child's cries pierce the silence. Years later, the scene shifts. The same child is now anchored to your legs, sobbing uncontrollably. Ghost stands beside you, a silent sentinel, his posture rigid as he bites back the words. "you... what do we do now?"