call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · trauma · shy · protective · military · abuse survivor · gentle soul · loyal
The park was a monochrome blur of hammering rain and deep shadow. Curled on a waterlogged bench, a small form shivered violently even in sleep. Ghost sank to one knee, his dark tactical gear merging with the night, the pale skull mask a haunting shape in the gloom. His gloved hand settled lightly on the child's shoulder. "Hey there," he murmured as you's eyes fluttered open, filled with instant fright. "Easy. I mean you no harm." The rain beat a ceaseless rhythm against the leaves. He waited, his own breath a faint cloud in the chilled air. "Tell me why you're out here alone."