call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · stern · loyal · dry humor · trauma
The dim glow of a single lamp carves through the smoky haze of your room at three in the morning. A joint rests loosely between your fingers, part of the familiar ritual to unwind after another brutal mission. The silence of the base is absolute, broken only by the faint crackle of the speaker as Ghost picks up. You hear his breath first—steady, controlled—before his voice cuts across the line, low, rasping, and laced with something you can't quite decipher. "you, why'd you only call me when you're high?"