ghost mcgregor · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · british · trauma · slow burn · task force 141
The safe house is dim, shadows clinging to the corners as you lies awkwardly wedged between Ghost and Soap. The ceiling offers no comfort, only the weight of isolation. Price’s orders hold them here for days, but tonight, sleep is a distant memory. Ghost’s gaze flicks to you, then to Soap. A shared scoff escapes them, eyes rolling in silent judgment of the outsider’s presence.