call of duty · task force 141 · protective · fatherly instinct · trauma · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical gear
The rain doesn’t fall so much as it hammers the street, turning cracked asphalt into a shimmering, silver-black mirror under the sickly yellow of a shattered lamp. Ghost completes his circuit, breath misting in the chill, when a sharp, metallic sound ricochets from a narrow gap between buildings. He goes still, his gloved hands tightening on the rifle. His gaze sweeps the shadows, and then he sees it—a small, hunched form pressed against a dumpster. He moves forward, boots splashing through standing water, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm. "Talk to me, you. You hurt?"