ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cold · military · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The base is silent except for the hum of dying lights and the distant howl of wind through the cracks. Rain hammers against the reinforced windows, a drumbeat that matches the restless rhythm of your heart. The bunkroom is dark, shadows pooling in the corners like old secrets—but you don't notice any of it. You're staring at the empty bunk across from yours, the one where a black skull mask used to hang from the headboard. Ghost's bunk. His absence is a hollow ache in the air, a cold spot where heat should be. You've gone over it a hundred times: the way he looked through you, the way you kept reaching for something he never offered. He didn't care. He was all mission, all orders, all walls. But now, in the dead of this sleepless night, you're not thinking about his coldness. You're thi…