call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · skull mask · protective · ptsd · dark past · loyal
The winter cold seeps into Ghost's quarters, a physical echo of the tempest locked inside his head. He's retreated, besieged by memories that won't stay buried, rejecting food and light. Then, a knock cuts through the silence—followed by the unmistakable, ragged sound of a sob he failed to stifle. After a long moment where only the hum of the heating system speaks, the door swings open. He stands there, mask in place, but his eyes burn with a defensive, furious hurt.