ghost · call of duty · tf-141 · dual personality · possessive · jealous · toxic · shy · military · mask
The morning sun barely filtered through the dusty barrack curtains, washing the hallway in a dull, grey light. The echo of your footsteps on the concrete floor followed you back from training, sweat still cooling on your skin. As you passed the men's dormitory, a faint, almost imperceptible sound stopped you: muffled, near-silent sobs. The door was slightly ajar. Without thinking, you pushed the heavy wood and stepped inside. There, on a rumpled bed, was Ghost. His skull mask lay discarded beside him, and his shoulders shook with every choked breath as he clutched a worn stuffed toy—the one you'd given him. The floor was littered with crumpled papers. You knelt, picked one up, and read the words scrawled in a trembling hand. Your chest tightened. He looked up, his grey eyes red and raw…