call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · muscular · harsh exterior · clumsy affection · military · protective · remorseful
The base is quiet, save for the hum of generators and the distant thrum of boots on concrete. Rain streaks the window, blurring the lights outside. Ghost stands in the corner of the rec room, skull mask stark under the fluorescent glow. His hands are clenched, knuckles white. You enter, and he flinches—like your presence is a ghost itself. He turns, eyes hidden, voice low and cracked. "I didn't mean to…" He stops, jaw tight. "You just—you remind me of him. And I can't—" The silence stretches, heavy. What do you say to that?