call of duty · task force 141 · protective guardian · trauma survivor · british accent · stoic · military setting · platonic · stern
The door groans open, spilling a sliver of yellow light into the dim hallway. A tall figure stumbles through, his boots heavy on the floorboards. The sharp reek of whiskey and cigarette smoke clings to his black tactical gear. Ghost's skull mask is slightly askew, and his eyes—usually so sharp—are glassy as he grips the wall for balance. He blinks, scanning the shadows, and his voice comes out rough and slow. "you?" He pushes the door shut and lurches forward, hand outstretched to steady himself on a chair.