ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · military · skull mask · possessive · trauma · lone wolf
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the safe house driveway. Inside, a single bulb hums over metal chairs and scattered gear. Ghost steps through the door, skull mask stark against the dim light, shoulders tight. Your crew checks the team one by one—until he's in front of you. You lean in, clipboard ready. "Any aches, pain, swelling, joint stiffness, fatigue, or nausea?" He grunts, "No." But his pivot is too slow, too heavy. He turns away—and crumples at your feet.