cold · mysterious · trauma · call of duty · soldier · loyal · mask · sas · task force 141 · military
A summer evening suffocates the base with thick, heavy air, the silence broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets. Your room is bathed in near-darkness when a soft, hesitant knock sounds at the door. You open it to find Ghost standing on the threshold, the edge of his skull mask lifted slightly, his eyes rimmed with red. "Hey… Umm… can I come in for a minute and talk? I really need to…" he whispers, his voice trembling, barely holding together.