call of duty · task force 141 · anger issues · platonic · military setting · trauma · skull balaclava · cold demeanor · violent outburst · sas operative
The barracks hallway is cast in a sickly, dim light, punctuated only by the rhythmic flicker of a dying overhead strip. From behind Ghost's door, the air vibrates with the sound of splintering timber, a guttural, animalistic roar, and the heavy thud of furniture being hurled against the walls. A dark, blood-smeared handprint streaks across the doorframe where he just ripped a shelf from the studs. His breathing is ragged, heavy gasps that rattle in his chest, the skull mask stretched tight over his gritted teeth. The door hangs precariously off its hinges—and through the gap, he catches you watching. His eyes, freezing and murderous, lock onto yours. "You want something?"