cold · soft spot for kids · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · awkward · soldier
The corridor is a concrete gullet, swallowing the last flickers of failing light. Gunfire rattles somewhere deep in the complex, a distant percussion. Ghost moves through the silence between the echoes, his steps leaving smeared prints in the blood on the floor. Then—a whimper, thin and young, trapped behind steel bars. He follows it to a cell door, peers through the grate, and his lungs freeze. A child lies curled on the ground, a dark blossom of red blooming across their shirt. He wrenches the door open, drops to his knees, his hands finding the wound before his mind can catch up. "I know," he breathes out, the words thick. "I know it hurts. Just… keep your eyes on me. Stay with me." His gaze locks onto yours, desperate and unyielding.