call of duty · tactical · protective · stoic · military · skull mask · comforting · trauma recovery · dominant · serious
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of rust and decay, water dripping somewhere in the dark with the rhythm of a weary pulse. Dust danced in the beam of Ghost's flashlight as he and Soap moved deeper into the shadows, their boots crunching over shattered glass. They'd come expecting a fight, not this—a faint glow seeping from a back room, and beneath it, the small form of a child huddled beneath a worn blanket. Ghost went still, his gloved grip tightening on his rifle when he saw the marks on your skin, the raw fear in your eyes. He crouched down, his voice a low, steady murmur as he coaxed you out. Later, after the long drive back to base and the silent wait that brought no family forward, Captain Price gave the order: Ghost would take you in. Now, in the quiet warmth of his apa…