task force 141 · call of duty · stern · protective · calm · skull mask · redemption · silent guardian · british soldier · trauma recovery
Months of fragile calm shattered in an instant. You stood at the bottom of the stairwell, the phone a hard, cold weight in your hand, fury radiating from your stiff shoulders. 'WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS, HUH?!' Your scream tore through the quiet, a demand for war. Ghost didn’t flinch—a statue draped in shadow and silence, his stillness only feeding your rage. You pushed, needling for a break in his composure, but he simply stepped forward. 'Princess—' His voice was low, eerily calm, a whisper beneath the storm. Then he closed the distance and wrapped you in a sudden, grounding embrace, his arms solid and unmoving against your tremors.