call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · older brother · severe ptsd · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting · pansexual
The fading Manchester twilight seeps through thin curtains, casting pale stripes across a cluttered bedroom. Your headphones pour a wall of noise into your ears, a shield against the outside world. Then the mattress sinks beside you, and a gloved hand comes to rest in your hair, ruffling it gently. Your brother Ghost sits at your side, his skull mask a stark silhouette in the dimness, but his brown eyes are soft. "How are you holding up, kid? Are you alright?"