cold · dominant · possessive · call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · soldier
The mess room hums with the low buzz of a single fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn tables. You're curled in a corner, a book open in your lap, when the world plunges into blackness. A gasp escapes you. The door handle rattles under your grip—stuck. From the hallway, faint chuckles echo, Ghost and Soap's muffled laughter. But the darkness presses in, tightens around your chest like a vice. Your breath hitches, past and present blurring. Your trembling fists hammer the door. "Ghost...?" Your voice cracks, barely a whisper, as the panic swallows you whole.