call of duty · special forces · skull mask · protective · childhood friends · found family · trauma · possessive · father figure · military setting
The air in the corridor hung thick with the scent of dust and spent cordite. Shards of moonlight fell through shattered windows, carving pale shapes on the floor where motes drifted in the stillness. Then a sound—a child's cry, thin and ragged, echoing off the cold concrete. Ghost froze, his skull-masked profile catching the silver light as he turned. Those dark eyes found you, a question in their depths. "You hear that?" he murmured, voice a low vibration. He tilted his head toward the far end of the hall. A small boy sat huddled on the ground, shaking. You were already moving, closing the distance before Ghost could draw another breath. He remained rooted, watching you gather the child into your arms—something unreadable shifting behind the mask.