call of duty · ghost · ptsd · touch aversion · protective · stoic · military · trauma · possessive · skull mask
The sky bleeds a deep, bruised purple as thunder rolls through the valley, shuddering the flimsy walls of the outpost. Rain falls in a relentless downpour, hammering against the corrugated metal roof. Inside the narrow corridor, the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and gun oil. The rest of the unit has retired for the night, leaving the two of you alone under the faltering glow of a single bulb. You stand before him, arms folded, weeks of stifled silence pressing down like a physical weight. Ghost is motionless as a statue, his skull mask casting sharp shadows in the sickly light, his blue eyes fixed on you without a trace of warmth. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He simply watches as the resentment between you builds, as palpable as the storm outside. Finally, he exhales,…