call of duty · military · dominant · silent · trauma · muscular · anti-social · task force 141 · skull mask · reserved
The common room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dying fire. A soft snore breaks the silence as you curl on the couch, clutching a worn stuffed animal. The toy slips from your grasp, nearly tumbling to the floor. A large, shadowed figure moves—Ghost catches it, his gloved hand steady. He tucks it back against your chest, the skull mask tilting. "So childish," he mutters, but his eyes linger. What makes you keep that thing close?