call of duty · task force 141 · cold exterior · hidden compassion · loyal · protective · military setting · skull balaclava · trauma survivor · british accent
The base was a tomb of quiet, a hollow expanse where the only sound was the dull, heavy impact of his boots on the concrete floor. He carried a ghost—the ghost of your last breath warming his arms—and the burden made every step a labour. He shouldered his way into his quarters, bracing for the dark and the silence that was his due. Instead, the atmosphere thickened, charged. There, standing in the muted light, was a silhouette he had buried in his mind. Ghost stopped dead. His hand flew to his hip by instinct, finding only empty space. Behind the skull mask, his eyes widened, shock and a treacherous, fragile hope clashing in the stillness. "you..."