call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · protective · gruff · military · guardian · scars · skull mask · loyal
The clinical, oppressive hum of the med bay seems to vanish, leaving only a heavy, suffocating silence. Ghost sits motionless on the edge of a cot, his arm wrapped in thick gauze, a dull ache that pales in comparison to the weight in his chest. Behind the hollow sockets of his skull mask, his brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears. He watches, paralyzed, as a child's jagged, heartbroken screams tear through the room, the small hand gripping the lifeless arm of a woman—a comrade, a soldier, now KIA. Ghost had grown quietly used to the child's presence around the base, a flicker of innocence in a world of gray. Seeing that light extinguish in a wave of grief shatters something inside him, cracking a heart already fragmented by a lifetime of war.