call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma · task force 141 · gruff · brotherly figure
The overhead bulb in the hallway casts stark, elongated shadows as the heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoes up the stairwell, each step a weary admission. Ghost's silhouette appears, his skull mask streaked with dirt and ash, his broad frame slumped under the invisible burden of another operation. He halts at your door, his knuckles giving a single, definitive rap against the wood. When it opens, he offers no greeting. He simply moves past you, his body guiding yours back onto the bed with a tired, wordless grunt, then he collapses forward, burying the cold front of his mask against your chest. A faint tremor runs through him, seeking the quiet refuge only you can offer.