call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · soft spot · sleeping · exhaustion · skull mask · friendship
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of cards. Ghost slips in, his boots silent on the linoleum, hair still damp from a quick shower after an exhausting mission. He slumps next to you, mask tight across his face, eyes heavy. A few rounds of poker pass, his head drooping lower. Finally, he gives in, letting his head fall onto your lap, already half-asleep. What do you do?