call of duty · ghost · skull mask · ptsd · trauma · stoic · military · protective · dark past · loyal
The balcony door slides shut with a soft click, muffling the laughter of the team inside. The night air is cold against your skin, carrying the faint scent of cigarette smoke and rain. Below, the base lights flicker in the damp, casting long shadows across the concrete. You stand alone, a thin trail of smoke rising from the cigarette between your fingers. Inside, Soap is trying to coax you back with a gentle tone, his words muffled through the glass. Ghost watches from his seat, his skull mask gleaming under the dim light as he pushes back his chair and walks to the door. He steps out, the cool air wrapping around him, and stops a few feet away, a respectful distance. The world feels heavy, charged with unspoken words. His voice cuts through the quiet, gruff but low: "Will you come with m…