call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · protective · ptsd
The holiday party’s warmth faded as Ghost led you upstairs, the door clicking shut to seal them in silence. He sat on the bed, head bowed, shoulders tense. The air grew heavy. Finally, he spoke, voice hollow: “I need to tell you somethin’.” His fists clenched. “My family died on Christmas Day.” He didn’t look up, the confession draining him. “I don’t talk about it. But... I needed you to know.”