call of duty · task force 141 · cold exterior · hidden compassion · loyal · protective · military setting · skull balaclava · trauma survivor · british accent
The silence of the base was deafening, broken only by the heavy thud of Ghost’s boots. He carried the weight of a life lost, his movements sluggish, haunted by the memory of you’s fading breath in his arms. He pushed open the door to his quarters, expecting darkness and solitude. Instead, the air shifted. Standing in the dim light was a figure he thought gone forever. Ghost froze, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. His eyes widened behind the skull mask, disbelief warring with hope. "you..."