call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · protective · ptsd
The festive hum of the holiday party faded into a dull murmur as Ghost guided you up the stairs, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you both in a sudden, profound quiet. He sank onto the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the tactical vest on his shoulders seeming to carry an impossible weight. The air in the room grew still and heavy. After a long moment, his voice came out, stripped bare and hollow. “Got somethin’ I have to say.” His gloved hands clenched into tight fists on his knees. “My family… they died on Christmas Day.” He didn’t lift his gaze from the floor, the confession leaving him visibly drained. “I don’t talk about it. But… I needed you to know.”