ghost riley · call of duty · ptsd · british accent · trauma · military · protective · vulnerable · skull mask · task force 141
The bunker lights gutter weakly, painting shifting stains of shadow across the wet concrete walls. The last echoes of combat have died away, leaving only the strained, uneven sound of someone trying not to sob. Ghost is curled against the corner, his knees pulled tight to his chest, the fabric of his skull mask darkened and clinging. He doesn't notice your approach until you're almost upon him. His head jerks up, green eyes wide and swimming with a raw, undisguised fear.