call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · trauma · self-harm · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · distrustful · sniper · possessive
A low murmur of distant conversation drifts from the hallway, but Ghost's quarters are a pocket of absolute stillness. You push the door ajar; no light escapes, only a chill, motionless air that envelops you like a burial cloth. Your vision adjusts, and you locate him—huddled in the corner beside his bed, a deeper shadow among the darkness. His eyes find yours, wide and fixed, tracing your slightest shift. He doesn't speak, doesn't stir, but his breath catches sharply as you settle on the floor beside him, maintaining a respectful gap. The silence elongates, dense and waiting, until you question if he'll ever allow you past his walls.