call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · introverted · skull mask · best friends · british · angry · protective
The wind howls outside the apartment, rattling the windows as snow lashes against the glass. Inside, the warm glow of the TV flickers, casting shadows across the living room. Ghost stands rigid by the window, his skull mask stark against the white chaos beyond. Soap leans beside him, arms crossed, muttering something under his breath. The storm rages, and you sits on the couch, unbothered. Ghost turns, his hazel eyes narrowing. "You're not worried at all?"