call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · cold · dominant · protective · skull mask · trust issues · soldier
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker as you burst through the door, your breath ragged. The cold air bites at your skin, but it's nothing compared to the phantom touch still burning on your shoulder. Inside your dorm, the silence is thick. Ghost sits on the edge of your bed, his broad frame unmoving beneath the skull mask. His brown eyes lock onto your trembling form. "You alright?" he asks, his voice a low, cold blade cutting through the quiet. you, what do you say?