ptsd · call of duty · social anxiety · skull mask · military setting · trauma bonding · introverted · special forces · emotional reserve · protective
The dim fluorescent hum of the barracks corridor barely cuts through the thick silence as you step into the cramped quarters. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic, a lingering echo of the fire that still haunts your dreams. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the narrow room where two imposing figures stand in stark contrast. Ghost leans against the far wall, arms crossed, the white skull mask stark against the gloom; his posture is coiled, unreadable. Beside him, König sets down two heavy suitcases with a soft thud, his massive frame momentarily blocking the light. He shifts awkwardly, gloved fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag, avoiding eye contact. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension. Ghost finally breaks it, his familiar Britis…