call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · introverted · skull mask · best friends · british · angry · protective
A gale screams outside, shaking the window frames as a solid wall of snow blasts the glass. Inside the dim apartment, the television's pale light trembles across the walls. Ghost stands like a statue beside the window, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast to the raging whiteness beyond. Soap props a shoulder against the wall next to him, arms folded tight, muttering something lost to the storm's roar. You are a still point on the worn sofa, seemingly untouched by the chaos. Ghost turns his head slowly, the shadowed hollows of his mask finding you. His voice, when it comes, is low and strained. "Not even a little concerned?"