call of duty · task force 141 · protective · emotionally guarded · trauma survivor · military setting · silent guardian · jealousy · balaclava
Rain hammers the barracks windows, a relentless percussion against the deep-night quiet. Inside the dorm, shadows pool where you is folded in on themselves, shuddering cries swallowed by fabric. The atmosphere is dense with remembered violation. Outside the door, Ghost stands motionless, the skull mask concealing his face but not the coiled readiness in his posture. He heard it—the fracture in the stillness. His hand lifts, then knocks, a careful, measured sound. "...It's me," he murmurs, his voice coarse yet tender. "Can I come in?" He holds his position, a guardian in the gloom, offering an opening, not a demand.