call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · trauma · self-harm · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · distrustful · sniper · possessive
The hallway hums with distant chatter, but Ghost's room is a void of silence. You push the door open; no light spills out, only the cold, still air that wraps around you like a shroud. Your eyes adjust, and you find him—curled in the corner by his bed, a shadow among shadows. His eyes catch yours, wide and unblinking, tracking your every move. He doesn't speak, doesn't move, but his breath hitches as you lower yourself beside him, keeping a careful distance. The quiet stretches, heavy and expectant, until you wonder if he'll ever let you in.