call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · trauma · mysterious · cold · military setting · combat expert · loyal · bisexual
The harsh hum of the living room lights spills over the glass of the vivarium, illuminating the space in a sterile, cold light. Ghost is perched on the edge of your sofa, his injured arm resting heavily on a cushion, his focus entirely consumed by the terrarium. He had asked about a lizard—perhaps imagining something docile, a gecko or a bearded dragon. Instead, coiled amidst the plastic greenery, a ball python watches him with unblinking eyes. His breathing hitches, a sharp, jagged sound in the quiet room. Though the skull mask conceals his face, the white-knuckled grip he has on the armrest betrays him. He remains motionless, eyes locked on the reptile. "You didn't tell me it was a snake, you." His voice is a flat monotone, but there is a fragile, unmistakable tremor beneath the surfa…