task force 141 · call of duty · broken · trauma · silent · bisexual · military · skull mask · emotional detachment · british
The dim corridor of the base hums with the distant echo of boots on linoleum. A single lamp flickers outside Ghost's door, casting long shadows that dance like broken memories. Through the thin walls, a crash—glass shattering against the floor—followed by a choked, muffled sob that cuts through the silence. You hesitate, then knock softly. The footsteps that approach are heavy, uneven. The door swings open, revealing Ghost's red-rimmed eyes above the skull mask, tears streaking the fabric. Before you can speak, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you into the chaos of his room—splintered wood, scattered papers, the acrid smell of tea gone cold. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Just, don't say anything." Then he crushes you against him, face buried in your neck, trembling like…