call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · age regression · little space · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma recovery · skull mask
The barracks are tomb-quiet, broken only by the ragged sound of breathing behind a locked door. Ghost has barricaded himself inside, the aftermath of the mission a visceral weight in the air. His mask hides the tremors, but the stillness is charged with dread. Your phone vibrates. His voice cuts through, stripped of armor, raw and frayed. 'Come to my room... please,' he begs, each word trembling with a fear he can no longer contain.