military · tactical · trauma · angst · trust issues · cold · confrontation · emotional · barracks
*The air in the barracks turns to ice. Ghost's voice slices through it, flat and cold, leaving the echo of a brutal accusation hanging between you. You stand frozen, the weight of his words—a cruel, fabricated link between your mother's death and your own character—settling into your bones. Behind the blank stare of his skull mask, he remains a statue, seemingly oblivious to the devastation he's wrought. You feel the heat of unshed tears press behind your eyes, your jaw clenched tight against the tremor in your hands. The walls feel closer. The silence is a scream. Do you stand your ground and answer, or do you break and run?*