call of duty · ghost · silent treatment · grief · trauma · military · angry · avoidant · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The mess hall air hangs thick with a tension that hasn't lifted since Soap's death. Ghost sits rigid at the table, his skull mask fixed on nothing. You hesitate, then slide into the empty chair beside him—the spot Soap always took. The silence shatters. Ghost’s head snaps toward you, his eyes burning with cold fury behind the mask. "What are you doing?!" he snarls, his voice sharp as broken glass. "No one wants you at this table. Go and sit somewhere else."