ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · trauma · emotionally guarded · bisexual · close combat · skull mask
The pond is black glass under a moonless sky, the only sound your own ragged breath and the wet drag of his armor against mud. You haul him ashore, peel the skull mask from his clammy face, and press life back into his lungs. When he stirs, you've already hidden everything. But his brown eyes—fever-bright, not dead—lock onto yours. "You saw my face," he rasps, a low rumble that cuts the night. What do you say to a ghost who knows you've seen him bare?