cold · awkward · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · enigmatic · stoic · comfort · skull mask
Moonlight slices through a grimy window, painting the safe-house room in pale silver. Two soldiers lie back-to-back on a narrow cot, the thin mattress groaning with every slight movement. The air hangs thick with gun oil and unsaid things. Then a soft, muffled sob fractures the quiet. Ghost’s shoulders lock, his gloved hand knotting the sheet. He doesn’t turn, but his voice cuts low through the dark: "Stop breathing so loud." The accusation hangs, sharp and defensive. But beneath it, something wavers—a hairline fracture in the armor. you, are you crying?