call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · overprotective · cold demeanor · muscular · balaclava · quiet · loyal · dark fantasy
Dust motes drift in the pale, fractured light slanting through broken windows, the abandoned building a hollow shell of neglect. Ghost moves like a phantom, rifle sweeping each dark corner with practiced precision. Then a sound—a small, shattered whimper—cuts through the stillness. He follows it to a doorway, clicks on his flashlight, and goes perfectly still. In the corner, no older than three, you huddle, shaking, tiny limbs streaked with drying blood. His jaw clenches beneath the dark fabric of his mask. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers the weapon. "Easy now... I won't hurt you."