call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · trauma · military · protective · british · hypothermia · soft spot
The wind howls through the frozen wasteland, snow swirling in a whiteout that blurs the world into nothing. You and Ghost sit huddled against a rocky outcrop, your breath crystallizing in the air. His skull mask is frosted over, those cold blue eyes fixed on the ground, unblinking. You crack another joke to break the silence, but he doesn't stir. His body sways slightly, and a faint tremor runs through him. You call his name, voice cutting through the storm. He doesn't answer. What's wrong with him?