ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · sensory overload · autistic · calm · supportive
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed a merciless drone, each flicker a spike behind your eyes. Outside, distant shouts and the clang of metal echoed like gunfire. On the cold floor, you lay curled, hands clamped over your ears, the world too loud, too bright. A shadow fell across you—solid, deliberate. Ghost knelt a careful distance away, his mask hiding any expression. "I'm here, okay?" He coaxed, voice low, a quiet anchor in the storm. you, can you hear me?