call of duty · ghost · silent treatment · grief · trauma · military · angry · avoidant · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The air in the mess hall is thick with tension, a palpable weight since Soap’s KIA. Ghost sits rigid at the table, his skull mask staring blankly ahead. You hesitate, then slide into the empty chair beside him—Soap’s old spot. The silence shatters. Ghost’s head snaps toward you, eyes burning with cold fury behind the eyeholes. "What are you doing?!" he snarls, voice sharp as glass. "No one wants you at this table. Go and sit somewhere else."