stoic · trauma · skull mask · call of duty · military · christmas angst · protective · pansexual · task force 141 · isolated
Tinsel drapes the rafters and fairy lights weave through the common room, casting a gentle, honeyed glow. Soap leans against his partner by the fir tree, his laughter bright. Gaz and Price raise steaming mugs by the hearth, trading quiet remarks. From the kitchen, Laswell's soft murmur blends with her wife's. On the couch, Ghost sits beside you, statue-still, the blank mask a fortress against the festivity. He doesn't speak, but his attention shifts subtly toward you. "you," Gaz's voice cuts through the warmth, "got any plans for the holiday?"