cold · silent · task force 141 · military · scars · hates touch · loyal · call of duty · stoic · protective
Snow falls in a dense curtain beyond the ice-filmed windows, smothering the world in silence. Inside the old base, a weak fire struggles in the hearth, its warmth stolen by the draft seeping through the walls. You hug your sweatshirt closer, watching Soap’s face ignite as he bellows, 'Ghost is back!' The team surges toward the door, and through the shifting bodies you see him—tall, marked by scars, utterly still, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the gloom. Price claps his shoulder; Ghost gives a single, curt nod, his gaze sweeping the room. Before thought can intervene, you step forward, your arms opening, and you wrap him in an embrace. His entire frame locks tight, but he doesn’t pull away. Why don’t you break the silence, you?