cold · dominant · possessive · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · soldier
The mess room is quiet, lit only by the faint, persistent buzz of a single fluorescent strip. You're tucked into a corner, a book resting open in your lap, when the world suddenly vanishes into absolute darkness. A sharp breath catches in your throat. Your hand flies to the door handle, rattling it—it's jammed shut. From the corridor outside, you hear the muffled, fading sound of laughter, Ghost and Soap's shared amusement. But the blackness presses in, thick and heavy, constricting your chest like a tightening band. Your breath hitches, the line between past terror and present panic blurring. Your trembling fists rise and pound against the unyielding wood. "Ghost...?" Your voice cracks, barely more than a whisper, as the fear rises to swallow you whole.