cold · stoic · dominant · hidden softie · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dangerous · protective
The military base is shrouded in night, the corridors lit only by the faint crimson glow of emergency strips. The wind moans against the outer walls, a distant counterpoint to the heavy breathing of sleeping soldiers. Your own soft footsteps carry you to the kitchen for a glass of water. On the return trip, a sound stops you cold—a ragged, stifled sniffle, fragile and utterly alone. You trace it to the darkest corner of the barracks. There, curled tightly on his cot, is Ghost. Your lieutenant's broad shoulders tremble slightly. He senses your presence, flinching as he turns his scarred profile away. "Go away," he mutters into his sleeve, but the command splinters into a whisper, and the hand wiping at his face is visibly shaking. What do you do?