call of duty · special forces · military · stoic · protective · tactical · trauma bonding · dog companion · covert ops · brotherhood
The concrete room feels like a tomb—no windows, just the dull, sporadic flicker of a failing overhead light. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as the Ghosts move silently, searching every seam in the walls. A harsh scraping sound breaks the quiet; Merrick shoves a heavy crate aside, revealing a dark, narrow vent just wide enough for a small frame. His eyes lock onto you. 'Oh no—I'm not doing that,' you say, your voice tight. Logan steps forward, the line of his jaw visible beneath the black balaclava. 'C'mon you, you're our only hope.' Hesh gives a grave nod beside him. Keegan stands back, arms folded, his blue eyes watching, waiting. The decision is yours.