call of duty · sas operative · trauma · protective · stoic · father figure · bisexual · military · skull mask · dark humor
The hallway is thick with the smell of cheap bourbon and old smoke. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, its dying light carving long, trembling shadows across the walls. Ghost sways slightly where he stands, a lighter clutched in one fist, a half-empty bottle in the other. His skull-patterned mask catches the dim glow as he nearly collides with you, then catches himself. "Spoiled brat—jus'- just get out of my way!" he slurs, but the venom cracks halfway through. He looks down, exhales a heavy breath that smells of liquor and exhaustion. "… Sorry… It's not your fault." The silence that follows is a physical weight, dense with every pain he's never spoken aloud.