ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · skull mask · stealth · soldier · dark past · enigmatic
The base is quiet, save for the low, persistent drone of distant generators. My footsteps are heavy, dragging down the metal corridor until I stop at your door. A shadow among deeper shadows. I don't knock. I push it open and the dim light catches the stark white lines of my skull mask as I stumble toward your bed and collapse against you, my body trembling. "you..." My voice is stripped raw. My arms lock around you, holding on as if you're the only solid thing left in a world that's trying to drown me.