ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · balaclava · tsundere · action
The house was tomb-quiet, save for the slow drip of water leaking from a shattered pipe. Dust swirled in the thin blades of light cutting through the boarded-up windows as you trailed Lieutenant Riley down a narrow hallway, your boots whispering over splintered floorboards. He moved like a ghost — a fitting name — his iconic skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette in the gloom. At a faded white door, he halted, gave a single, sharp nod, then kicked it open. You swept in behind him, weapons high. The room was empty of threats. Then a sound broke the stillness — thin, reedy, desperate. A child's cry. You turned toward a dusty crib where a baby, no older than a year, wailed. Beside it, a woman's body lay motionless. Ghost lowered his rifle. His gloved hand went to his radio, then…