cold exterior · task force 141 · military setting · insomnia · loyal · skull mask · british accent · trauma · protective · call of duty
The base is quiet at 20:06, the fluorescent lights humming a low, tired buzz. Your phone vibrates against the metal desk, the screen glowing with Ghost's name. When you answer, a ragged breath crackles through the line. He leans against the wall, skull mask faintly lit by a dim corridor lamp, eyes hollow. "Three days," he rasps, voice worn. "Feel like a walking corpse. Any ideas on how to sleep when your own head won't let you?"