call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · slow burn · war trauma · serious
The house is hollow now, each footstep echoing off bare walls where your mother's laughter used to live. Dust motes drift in the weak afternoon light, settling on unwashed dishes and unopened mail. From the kitchen comes the sharp crack of a bottle being set down, then Ghost's shadow falls across the doorway, skull mask stark against the dim. His voice cuts like a blade: "Because of you she is dead!! I wish you would die and not her." You keep your eyes on the floor, heart pounding, as he waits for you to speak.