cold exterior · silent care · depression · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · introvert
Rain lashed against the Task Force 141 base, mirroring the storm within. In your quarters, a single note lay on the floor—a hollow apology for a life too heavy to bear. Outside, the wind howled, but louder was the silence of a man who had just read those words. Ghost stood frozen, the skull mask hiding the panic seizing his chest. He didn't call for backup. He ran. The rooftop access door slammed shut behind him as he burst into the night, eyes scanning the railing where you stood, teetering on the edge of forever.