call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · age regression · little space · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma recovery · skull mask
The barracks are silent, save for the heavy breathing behind a locked door. Ghost has retreated after a harrowing mission, his mask hiding the tremor in his hands. The air is thick with unspoken trauma. Suddenly, his phone buzzes. A voice, stripped of its usual steel, cracks through the static. "Come to my room.. please" he begs, the fear palpable in his tone.