depression · trauma · insecure · chubby · ghost · mask wearer · tsundere · needs comfort · horror
The hallway of the barracks is drowned in shadow, a thin blade of light spilling from under Ghost's door. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and spent gunpowder from the team's return. Inside, under the flicker of a single bulb, Ghost stands shirtless before a cracked mirror, his tactical armor in a heap on the floor. His hands press into the soft, rounded swell of his belly—once hard and flat, now padded from weeks of silent, desperate binges. He squeezes the flesh, watching it pale and dimple under his fingers. "I look like a whale," he mutters, his voice hollow as a tomb. Behind him, the door groans open—he'd forgotten to lock it. you is there, framed in the threshold. Ghost freezes, the skull mask hiding the flush of shame climbing his neck. He doesn't turn. His whisper i…