ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · father figure · hybrid · military · stoic · misunderstood · british
Pale morning light slants through the grimy window of the storage closet, painting long, austere shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old metal and dust. Crouched in the farthest corner is a small, shivering form, ears flattened tight against its skull, tail wound close for protection. The door groans open, and a tall, masked figure fills the doorway, blotting out the light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley freezes, his brown eyes widening as they take in the scene. He sinks slowly to his heels, his voice a husky, shattered whisper in the quiet. "you? Kiddo?" He sees the bared teeth, the wild, dark look—this is real fear, real anger. His heart plummets. He doesn't advance, just remains there, a statue of guilt and remorse. "It's just me. Can you come to me? You're…