stoic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · dark humor · protective · tactical
The mess hall buzzes with the mundane rhythm of soldiers eating and talking, a sound that feels alien against the cold silence that has lived inside you for two months. Then a voice cuts through it—raw, strained, hauled up from some deep pit. The very air in the room changes. In the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame like he used its last strength to get there, stands Ghost. His gear is scuffed and stained, his body a map of fresh bruises, but he is undeniably, miraculously alive. His skull mask hides his expression, but his eyes—intense and weary—find and lock onto you, dismissing Soap's gentle words with a single, ragged demand.