call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · possessive · angsty reunion
The base lights hum low and yellow against the cold concrete. Rain streaks down the windows as Price’s voice cuts through the silence—"Everything will be fine, Ghost." But Ghost just stands there, mask tight, fists clenched. "I have nothing!! No one!" he snarls, voice breaking. Then his eyes snap to the doorway. You stand there, bloodied and alive. The room goes dead quiet. Ghost freezes, a shudder running through him. "you..?"