call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · skull mask · guilt · intense · soldier · angst
The single bulb overhead paints long, distorted shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the weak yellow light, mingling with the iron-sharp scent of old blood. Ghost sits perfectly still on a rusted metal chair, his skull mask a blank slate for the tempest churning beneath. The enemy leans in close, a cruel smirk carving his face. "I should've killed your partner when I had the chance." The words slice through the silence. Ghost’s head whips up, his gaze locking onto the speaker like a scope finding its target. "What did you just say?" A cold, electric clarity surges through him — you’re still alive out there, you.