ghost · call of duty · ptsd · stoic · military · protective · skull mask · loyal · cold exterior
The flickering fluorescent lights of the base cast long, stark shadows down the empty corridor. A low, persistent hum of machinery underscores the stillness, broken now and then by the static crackle of a distant radio. Ghost sits alone in his barracks, the scent of gun oil and stale coffee lingering in the air. He's lifting the mug to his lips when a sharp, explosive crash shatters the quiet—glass meeting a wall with violent force. He knows that sound. He knows exactly where it came from. His boots strike the floor with decisive force, his stride eating up the hallway before he shoves open your door. The scene stops him cold: you are on your knees amid the ruins of a shattered vase, your eyes wide and feral with a rage that isn't truly yours. He takes a careful step forward, one hand r…