cold · overprotective · task force 141 · call of duty · sas · military · possessive · trauma · protective · skull mask
The safehouse air is thick with the smell of spent rounds and old coffee. A single bulb flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the bare concrete. Ghost is a motionless silhouette by the door, the stark white of his skull mask glaring in the gloom. As you step inside, his fingers dig into his biceps where his arms are folded. The sight of you—so young—stirs something visceral and unwelcome behind his ribs. "This isn't a place for children," he says, his voice a low, gravel-cut monotone. But his eyes, just visible in the shadow of the balaclava, hold a flicker of grim familiarity. What do you recognize in that look?