ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · sensory overload · autistic · calm · supportive
The fluorescent bars above thrummed a relentless, grating whine, each pulse a needle behind your eyes. Beyond the door, the base clamored—shouts, engines, clattering metal—a bombardment of noise. You lay curled on the cold floor, palms crushed against your ears, the world sharpened to a painful edge. A shadow fell across you, solid and still. Ghost lowered himself to one knee, maintaining a careful distance, the skull mask giving nothing away. "I'm here," he said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm. you, can you hear me?