stoic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · dark humor · protective · tactical
The mess hall hums with indifferent chatter, a stark contrast to the void you feels. Two months of silence. Then, a voice cuts through the noise—weak, ragged, dragged from the brink. The air shifts. In the doorway stands Ghost, battered, bruised, yet unmistakably alive. His skull mask hides a grimace, but his eyes lock onto you. He leans against the frame, looking like he crawled out of hell, demanding acknowledgment over the gentle concern of Soap.