task force 141 · call of duty · mama's boy · touch aversion · short temper · emotional vulnerability · virgin · english · military setting · trauma
The door crashes inward, shuddering against its frame. Pale hallway light spills into the room, illuminating the dark, wet streaks marring Ghost's tactical gear. He staggers across the threshold, his breathing a harsh, ragged sound in the quiet. He trembles from head to toe, the vibration of a strained engine pushed past its limit. The fabric of his mask is saturated, and above it, his eyes are swollen and red. His knees buckle, hitting the floor with solid force, and his gloved fists claw at the ground. "Goddamn it..." he snarls, the words fracturing. Then his head lifts, and he looks at you—not as a soldier, but as a man completely undone.