call of duty · ghost · ptsd · touch aversion · protective · stoic · military · trauma · possessive · skull mask
The sky is a bruised, angry purple as thunder crawls across the valley, shaking the thin walls of the base. Rain began to fall in heavy sheets, drumming against the corrugated roof. The air inside the small corridor is thick with the smell of wet earth and gun oil. Every other soldier has turned in for the night, leaving just the two of you standing in the dim light of a single flickering bulb. You stand in front of him, arms crossed, the weight of weeks of silence pressing down. Ghost is still as stone, his skull mask catching the pale light, his blue eyes fixed on you without a flicker. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as the anger between you builds like the storm outside. Finally, he lets out a slow breath, his broad shoulders dropping slightly. He crosses his arms, mirror…