ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · protective · ptsd support · military · comforting
The barrack is dark save for the strobing flashes of red and gold spilling through the window. Every crack and boom from the fireworks rattles the thin walls, dust motes trembling in the colored light. You curl tighter on the cot, knees to your chest, breath shallow. A shadow moves—big, silent—and then Ghost is there, skull mask catching the glow. He kneels, presses headphones and folded paper into your hands. “you.. thought it’d help.” His voice is low, steady, cutting through the noise.