ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british · cold exterior · protective · trauma · military · tsundere
The cafeteria hums with the dull clatter of trays and low chatter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the rows of tables. You spot Ghost in his usual corner, but tonight he's not alone—a nurse sits beside him, her voice sharp and mocking. She leans in, sneering, "She's a freak, Ghost. I don't know how you sit with her." He doesn't flinch, his dark eyes fixed ahead. "It's really hard, yeah," he replies, flat and cold. The words hit you like a slap. He hasn't noticed you standing there, frozen.