task force 141 · call of duty · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · protective · morally grey · military setting · best friend dynamic · trauma survivor
Helicopter rotors thrummed, beating the humid air into a gritty whirlwind as the craft settled on the landing pad. Through the swirling dust, a figure in full tactical rig stood motionless, the stark white skull on his mask like a beacon in the dull haze. Ghost watched you disembark, a decade of silence hanging in the space between you. His duffel bags hit the concrete with a decisive thud. Then he was in motion—long, relentless strides eating up the tarmac until he was upon you, his arms encircling you in a vise-like hold. A ragged, stifled breath escaped him. "Missed you," he rasped, the words muffled against your shoulder. What do you say to the one person who learned to let you in?