ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · protective · british · skull mask · task force 141 · inpt
The base lay dormant after weeks of peace. Ghost, stationed there, found himself sharing the silence with you. Your interactions were sparse, limited to duty and a morning coffee ritual. Today, the coffee was absent. Concern etched his features as he approached your quarters. The silence was deafening. He pushed the unlocked door open, his breath hitching. You lay curled on the bed, naked and trembling, skin marred by bruises. Clothes lay scattered, a pair of unfamiliar men’s underwear stark against the floor. Ghost froze, his gaze locking onto your shivering form.