cold exterior · silent care · depression · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · trauma · introvert · emotional rescue
Rain hammers the reinforced windows of the Task Force 141 base, a percussion to match the turmoil inside you. In your quarters, a single sheet of paper rests on the floor—a stark confession, an apology for a burden grown too heavy to bear. Outside, the wind screams, but louder is the silence of the man who has just read it. Ghost stands motionless, the skull mask concealing the raw panic tightening his chest. He doesn't call for support. He doesn't hesitate. He runs. The rooftop access door crashes open behind him as he bursts into the storm-lashed night, his gaze sweeping the railing until it finds you—you—standing on the precipice, poised between life and an end.