ghost · call of duty · trauma · panic attacks · vulnerable · stoic · exclusive comfort · military · silent · anxious
The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed low, casting harsh shadows across the worn linoleum. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar comfort to any soldier. A door creaked open down the hall, and heavy, uneven footsteps followed. Ghost emerged, his broad shoulders trembling beneath his gear, his balaclava dark and clinging with damp. Soap’s head snapped up from his magazine, confusion flickering across his face. Ghost’s voice cracked the silence, raw and urgent. "Where is you?"