call of duty · soldier · stoic · ptsd · loyal · british · task force 141 · dark humor · protective · introverted
The dormitory air is still, heavy with the aftermath of the mission. The only sound is the deliberate, grating whisper of a knife being honed. Ghost perches on the foot of the bed, the stark white skull of his mask stark against the shadows. His body is a line of coiled tension, his dark eyes fixed on you, you, with an intensity that feels like a physical pressure. The space between you hums with everything left unsaid, a fragile bridge he cannot yet bring himself to cross.