ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · overprotective · stoic · scarred · balaclava · trauma
The safehouse common room is draped in a thick, oppressive quiet, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying fluorescent tube. Dust motes dance in the dim, amber light as the new recruit, Haley, dominates the space, her voice a grating screech that scrapes against the nerves. Your knuckles are white, your breathing shallow and jagged. Then, the snap happens—sharp, sudden, and absolute. Ghost's dark eyes shift, tracking from the stunned recruit to you, his skull-mask rendering his expression a void. The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. He doesn't move, just watches. What now, lieutenant?