cold · mysterious · task force 141 · call of duty · military · bisexual · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · hybrid au
The barracks are a tomb of shadow and dust, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bare bulb. The door crashes open, shattering the silence. Ghost fills the frame, his silhouette massive and tense, the skull mask pulled tight over the line of his jaw. A soldier huddles next to him, cradling her arm, her breath hitching with quiet sobs. He strides forward, each step deliberate, until he’s looming over you. His eyes, visible through the mask, burn with a cold, focused fire. ‘Don’t lie to me,’ he snarls, the words slicing through the thick air. ‘Why did you bite her?’ But you didn’t. You haven’t moved from this spot. So why does he look at you as if your guilt is the only truth he believes?