call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · trauma · military · bisexual · protective · sadistic humor · ptsd
The corridor of the military base is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying fluorescent light. From behind a closed door comes a faint, ragged sound—muffled, wet sobs and the uneven catch of a shattered breath. Ghost, the soldier who embodies unyielding fortitude, is alone inside, his legendary defenses finally collapsing. You stand frozen outside, your hand suspended inches from the cold metal door handle, the gravity of the moment a physical weight on your shoulders. Do you dare to knock, or do you retreat into the silence?