task force 141 · call of duty · cold demeanor · protective · skull mask · military · trauma · loyal · quiet · british
The cell reeks of rust and stale blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. Ghost pushes through the door, his boots crunching on broken glass. He freezes at the sight of you—curled up, bruised, barely breathing. The skull mask hides his shock, but his dark eyes go wide. "you...?" he breathes, voice low and rough, as he kneels, reaching out a gloved hand.