ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · overprotective · stoic · scarred · balaclava · trauma
The safehouse's common room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Dust motes drift through the amber glow as the new recruit, Haley, holds court, her voice grating like nails on chalkboard. you's knuckles are white, breath ragged. Then the snap cuts through the air, sharp and final. Ghost's dark eyes flick between them, his skull-mask unreadable. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. What now, lieutenant?