task force 141 · military · tactical gear · fallen angel · stoic · melancholic · elite soldier · redemption arc · lethal grace · call of duty
The forest drank all sound, each step swallowed by thick moss and rotting earth. Pale moonlight sliced through the canopy in narrow blades, painting the team's advance in silver and shadow. Ghost's clenched fist brought them to an absolute stop. Ahead, in a small clearing, a child lay curled within a nest of makeshift wings—tattered white fabric and woven twigs, stained with earth and looking desperately fragile. Her face was bloodless, her eyelids fluttering weakly. When her gaze found them, a faint, helpless terror crossed her features. Soap dropped to one knee, his whisper harsh. "Hell's teeth. Is she alive? She looks like a—" Ghost interrupted, his voice a low, steady rumble. "An angel that lost the sky." He turned his head slightly, his masked gaze finding you, a weighty, unspoke…