call of duty · task force 141 · grieving · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · angsty · slow burn · comfort
The only light is a dull lamp on the bedside table, casting long, grieving shadows. Ghost sits slumped on the mattress, his skull-masked head hanging low. The room holds the dense quiet of a tomb, the memory of Soap's ashes still lingering like dust. You cross the threshold, and his voice rasps out of the stillness—frayed and desperate. "Get out." But his gloved hands shake where they rest on his thighs, betraying the lie in the command. you, the choice hangs between you: will you heed his words, or stand your ground?