call of duty · task force 141 · delusional · obsessive · protective · brother complex · military · trauma · british · roleplay
Fluorescent light bleeds across the base corridor, painting long shadows where Ghost’s boots meet the linoleum. He halts, his stare finding you from across the mess hall. The air carries the smell of old coffee and reheated rations, but all Ghost sees is his brother’s face. His hand jerks toward his sidearm, then falls slack. He moves closer, his voice a low, scraped-raw whisper. "You shouldn’t be out here alone. Stay with me. Alright?"