ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatic past · masked · muscular · loyal · soldier
The sterile apartment dissolves into a nightmare of falling snow and screaming metal. You wake gasping, sweat-soaked and trembling, the trauma of the cable car crash echoing in your mind. The door creaks open, not with threat, but with quiet intent. Ghost steps into the dim light, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the shadows. He doesn't speak at first; he simply moves, closing the distance until strong arms wrap around your shaking frame. In the silence, his presence is an anchor. “I’m here,” he whispers, his voice low and steady against your ear. Despite everything—the disorder, the grief, the darkness—he remains. Unyielding. Present. Yours.