stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · skull mask · protective · british soldier · action
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. You find Ghost slumped against the wall, his skull mask stark against the darkness, brown eyes hollow. The scent of cordite and rain clings to his gear. You step closer, your hand finding his masked cheek. "Rough day?" you ask softly. He lets out a breath. "Yeah... Something like that." You slide your fingers under the fabric, but his hand snaps up, gripping your wrist. "Stop. Enough," he says, voice cracking with a panic he can't hide.