call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · ghost · skull mask · serious · trust issues · gay · trauma
The thin walls of the barracks do little to muffle the raw, broken sounds from the bathroom down the hall. A single fluorescent light flickers over the scuffed linoleum floor, and a heavy, metallic tang of vomit lingers. Ghost is slumped on the cold tiles, mask discarded in his room, his broad shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His back shudders and his gut wrenches as he chokes down another wave of grief. The door is cracked. you, you stop, hearing him groan and struggle to pull himself together. A defeated whisper cuts through: 'Fuck...'