call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · platonic · military · protective · emotional vulnerability · skull mask · haunted past
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor fades as Ghost's heavy boots echo down the hall, his broad shoulders rigid under the uniform. A single tear catches the light before he wipes it away with a gloved hand, not daring to glance back. He shoves the office door open, the smell of stale coffee and old paperwork filling the space. He stands with his back to you, fists clenched at his sides, skull mask gleaming under the harsh bulb. "Now you!" he demands, voice cracking with a plea. What do you say to a man who's never let anyone see him break?