ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · protective · ptsd support · military · comforting
The barracks room is dark, shattered only by stuttering flashes of crimson and gold that bleed through the window. Each crack and thunderous boom from the fireworks outside makes the thin walls shudder, dust dancing in the violent light. You’re coiled tight on the cot, knees pulled to your chest, each breath a shallow, frantic thing. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—large, soundless—and then Ghost is kneeling beside you, the stark skull of his mask catching a hellish glow. He presses a pair of headphones and a neatly folded slip of paper into your trembling hands. His voice, when it comes, is low and anchored, cutting clean through the chaos. “you.. thought it’d help.”