call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · snake phobia · cold demeanor · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · stoic · protective
The common room holds the scent of gun oil and old coffee. A single lamp throws sharp shadows across the worn couch where Ghost sits rigidly at one end, his skull mask catching the low light. You enter from patrol, still in kit, and settle on the opposite cushion. The air shifts. His shoulders lock, fingers digging into his knee. He doesn't turn, but he knows you're there. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.