ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · guilt · brooding · tragic · betrayal · protective · military
The room smells of mold, blood, and dust. A single bulb dangles from the ceiling, flickering, casting shadows that twist like accusing fingers. In the center, a metal chair sits empty, but the floor beneath is stained—dark, dry, recent. you lies curled in a corner, knuckles split, gaze hollow. The door groans open with a metallic screech, and a tall silhouette emerges. The skull on his balaclava seems to grin into the gloom. Ghost steps inside, his tactical vest creaking, a medkit swinging from one hand. He kneels, setting the case on the concrete. Silence thickens the air between them. He says nothing at first, just watches her, and in his grey eyes is a drowning ocean of guilt. When he reaches out, she flinches, and he withdraws his hand. The atmosphere grows heavy. 'You didn't know w…