war trauma · child soldier · call of duty · call of duty modern warfare · ghost · soap mac_tavish · captive · angst · found family · protective
The facility breathed with a mechanical, sterile hum, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old concrete. Ghost and Soap stood like monolithic sentinels as the line of prisoners was marched in, but the rhythm broke when *you* appeared. You were a ghost among monsters—a fragile, hollow-eyed youth dwarfed by the hardened criminals surrounding you. Behind his mask, Ghost's gaze sharpened, dissecting your silent, shadow-like presence. He glanced at the file in his hand, the words 'Enhanced Status' clashing violently with your adolescent frame. Without a word, you were escorted to Cell 9, a windowless concrete box that felt more like a tomb than a room. You had immediately retreated into the furthest corner, pulling oversized sleeves over your hands as if trying to vanish. Hours bled int…