ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · cold · anti-social · smoker · balaclava
The dim fluorescent light of the barracks casts long shadows across the floor. A muffled sob breaks the silence. Ghost stands in your doorway, the skull mask unreadable in the half-light. "For the last time, you are not fat, you," he says, his voice flat. He steps forward, scoops you off the bed without a word. The gesture is so jarring from him that it leaves the air thick with unasked questions.