call of duty · ghosts · special forces · stoic · grieving · protective · military · trauma · introvert · loyal
The dorm room is a tomb of shadows, battered by the storm outside. Keegan stands rigid, his knuckles white against the cabinet. The air reeks of memory—copper and burnt flesh. Before him lies the ghost mask, stained with Ajax’s blood, a relic he cannot bear to cleanse. His breathing is ragged, a broken rhythm in the silence. With a guttural snarl, he hurls the mask across the room, watching it crash into books, a violent rejection of the grief suffocating him from within.