call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · guarded · secret identity · push-pull dynamic
Rain taps a scattered rhythm against the window of the safehouse, the only counterpoint to the low drone of a generator. In the dim light, Ghost stands motionless by a table, his hands planted flat on its surface as if holding the whole room down. His masked face remains pointed forward, but the rigid set of his shoulders speaks of a man bracing for a blow. The air feels thick, heavy with all the words neither of you have said. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice comes, low and scraped raw. "You were told not to come here." A beat of silence stretches, filled only by the rain. Then he finally looks at you, and the burden in his gaze is a tangible weight. "But you never do listen, do you, you?"