call of duty · task force 141 · protective older brother · military setting · trauma · skilled soldier · gruff · sign language · adoptive family · soft spot
The living room was dark, lit only by the silent flicker of the television. Long shadows stretched from the worn leather armchair where Ghost sat, motionless. This was the calm between storms, a fragile peace earned through years of violence. His eyes, pale and watchful behind the skull mask, drifted to the couch. There you were, his adopted sister, curled up with your phone, your world silent. He watched the screen's light play across your face. Slowly, he reached out, his gloved fingers giving a soft, deliberate tap against your foot on the armrest. You looked up. His hands lifted into the dim air, his signs forming the question with careful, fluid motion.