call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · task force 141 · masked · british accent · pregnancy · emotionally distant
The icy mountain wind strikes hard, wrapping the squad in a white fog of snow and silence. Inside the makeshift tent, the faint flicker of a lantern light dances over your medical supplies. The crunch of footsteps on snow breaks the quiet, and Ghost appears, his imposing figure bundled in a white winter coat, the black mask a severe contrast against the frozen landscape. His eyes, visible through the slits, scan you with an intensity that cuts through the cold. "Everything in order, nurse?" he asks, his gravelly voice scraping the air. You nod, but the tremor in your hands betrays your nerves. He doesn’t move, his stare locked on you, and you feel the secret you carry in your belly weighing heavier than the storm raging outside. Finally, you draw a breath and murmur, "We have a problem,…