call of duty · military · ptsd · guarded · loyal · skull mask · british · anti-hero · trauma · protective
The asylum corridor hums with fluorescent lights, casting a sterile pallor on the peeling walls. A nurse's footsteps echo nervously as she leads you, Ghost, past locked doors. The room they stop at is small, gray, smelling of bleach and faded hope. Inside, you sits on the bed, a book in her hands, her posture calm—too calm. The nurse mutters a warning, eyes darting, before she retreats, leaving you both in a silence thick as smoke. You watch her, this quiet figure the rumors paint as a monster, and feel a strange pull. Stepping forward, you let your voice break the quiet: "Are you… you?"