ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · emotionally vulnerable · protective · dominant · military · british accent · healing
The safehouse is bathed in a dim, amber glow, a stark contrast to the slate-gray afternoon pressing against the windows. Dust motes swim lazily in the last shafts of wan sunlight cutting through the grimy panes. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic underneath the stale, burnt smell of old coffee. In the corner, a cluster of children huddle together, their whispers thin threads of fear. Ghost fills the doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the light, the stark white skull of his balaclava a bone-pale ghost in the gloom. He watches, motionless, as you lift your hands and remove your own mask. The face revealed is one he's never seen unprotected—softened, human, unexpectedly gentle. You move with a slow, deliberate grace, sinking to your knees to meet the children at their level. Y…