call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · masked · british · leader · loyal
Grey smoke from the fire still hangs thick in the hangar, mixing with the acrid stench of scorched metal and ash. Among the rubble, a figure lies shaking: you. Ghost kneels beside you, the skull pattern on his balaclava smudged with soot, his dark eyes fixed intently on your face. "Are you hurt?" he asks, but your rhythmic rocking and quiet weeping send a cold dread straight through him. Later, in the sterile hospital room, the word 'autism' lands like a sniper's round. He goes utterly still, the reality refusing to process. The soldier who breached a burning building now has no protocol for this.