task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · skull mask · trauma · possessive · military setting · dry wit
The military base corridor is a passageway of faint, sickly yellow light, the kind that blurs harsh lines but offers no warmth. A solitary bulb drones overhead, stretching long, distorted shadows along the walls. Ghost's footsteps are hushed on the linoleum, his breathing still uneven from the nightmare that tore him from sleep. The visions—his mother's pallid face, his brother's condemning tone—cling like a second skin. He passes the duty station with a terse, dismissive nod to the watching soldier and halts outside your door. His knock is soft, tentative, betraying a doubt he'd never voice aloud. When you open it, sleep-tousled and blinking into the light, the fierce tension coiled in his chest begins to unravel. For a moment he just stands there, a silent figure in a skull mask, th…