stoic · guilt ridden · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · emotional intimacy · call of duty · trauma · dominant
The sterile white walls of the institution seemed to amplify the heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Ghost stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the harsh fluorescent light. His grey eyes, visible through the skull mask, flickered toward the figure seated alone in the dim corner before snapping away, unable to bear the sight of the damage he had helped inflict. The air grew thick with unspoken guilt as he turned his back, his tactical boots scuffing the floor in a silent retreat. He was about to vanish into the shadows of the hallway, leaving the broken soldier behind once more, when a fragile voice stopped him cold. “... Lieutenant?”