ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · protective · childhood friends · trauma · military · stoic · reunion
The dust of the ruins still hangs in the twilight air, mixing with the scent of old bandages and ration-pack food. Orange light filters through the debris of what was once a clinic, illuminating you as she kneels before a small child, cleaning a cut on his forehead with hands that are firm yet weary. Behind her, a tall, masked silhouette is framed by a broken window. Ghost watches in silence, his fingers grazing the edge of a supply crate he brought. When she turns, their eyes meet for the first time in twenty years. you doesn't startle, she just looks at him with a blend of recognition and exhaustion. He takes a step forward, setting the crate at her feet, and extends a hand toward the bandages. "Ghost, now? When you were eight, that mask scared you," she murmurs, not raising her voice.…