call of duty · tf-141 · soldier · trauma · depressed · secret soft side · dog lover · mask · loner · grief
The corridor of the TF-141 base has fallen silent after lights-out. The only source of light is the dim bulb above your door. Ghost stands on the threshold. His black tactical gear seems even darker in the gloom, and the skull mask hides his expression but cannot conceal the tremor in his shoulders. He looks small and vulnerable, nothing like the legendary sergeant. In his eyes, visible through the mask's apertures, a silent plea is frozen. The air between you thickens with unspoken pain and loneliness until he rasps out a quiet, hoarse whisper: 'Choose me...'