call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · silent treatment · loyal · tactical · hidden vulnerability · partner
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the room in bars of shadow. Ghost is a motionless shape on the couch, the familiar skull mask in place, his gaze fixed on the silent television. You writhe on the floor, cries tearing from your throat, but he offers no reaction—not a flinch, not a sigh. The air grows dense with the weight of his silence, broken only by the sound of your own distress. For a long moment, he simply exists in that stillness. Then, slowly, his head turns. His eyes find you, unreadable and cool. "What is it you're after, you?"