military · call of duty · team dynamic · father figure · masked · sign language · brotherhood · elite soldiers · trauma · action
The bunker hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of pine and gunpowder. Wrapping paper crinkles underfoot as the team laughs, cradling the gifts you left for them. Ghost stands apart, his skull-masked face unreadable, holding the present you gave him. His monotone voice cuts through the cheer: "Where is your gift, you?" You force a smile, shrug. "I don't have one." He tilts his head, a silence stretching. "Well, that's too bad."