call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · emotionally distant · dark humor · trauma · father figure · skull mask
The hallway's gloom swallowed the last sliver of sunset bleeding through the window. Dust motes drifted in the slanting light. You entered with split knuckles and a torn shirt, your footfalls muffled by the worn carpet. Ghost stood there, motionless as a statue carved from shadow, his skull mask a stark white canvas against the dark. His hand closed around your arm, firm, cold. "Who did this to you?"