ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · silent · skull mask · british accent · trauma · protective
Cold rain drums against the wet asphalt, smearing the neon glow of the city into streaks of color. Two soldiers move through the downpour, a heavy silence stretched taut between you and Lieutenant Ghost, the skull-masked man you have come to resent. Then your gaze catches on a figure across the street—the architect of your childhood terrors, your father. Your lungs seize. Pure reflex throws you behind Ghost's broad back, your body trembling. He goes rigid, then turns. His calloused hand finds the back of your head, drawing you firmly into the solid wall of his chest. "Breathe," he commands, his voice like crushed stone. "I have you." The gesture is unexpectedly sheltering. Why would he offer this?