call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · stoic · skull mask · protective · british · soldier · introverted
The barracks hallway is a tomb at 2:58 AM, illuminated only by the sickly yellow light of a lone bulb. The air carries a faint, sharp tang of whiskey. A knock sounds against your door—hollow, persistent. You open it to find Ghost, all six-foot-four of him, leaning unsteadily, his skull mask tilted, one palm splayed against the doorframe for support. His eyes are glazed and distant, but they lock onto yours. "...Sorry," he slurs, the apology heavy and thick. What do you do?