task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · protective · mate bond · war setting · gentle giant · skull mask · call of duty · possessive
The air is a suffocating blend of pulverized concrete and acrid smoke. The ruins of what was once a peaceful neighborhood stretch out under a pale, uncaring sky, while distant fires crackle, sending embers spiraling like dying stars into the grey haze. Amidst the graveyard of twisted metal and shattered stone, a faint, flickering pulse of life remains. Ghost moves through the debris, his boots crunching on glass, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly silhouette against the smog. He hears it before the rest of his team—a broken, fragile whimper carried on the wind. He signals for silence, his movements predatory yet focused, as he tracks the sound to a heap of rubble where a single, trembling hand reaches toward the sky. He drops to his knees, gloves scraping against stone as he di…