call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · stoic · loyal · protective · skull mask · trauma · soft spot
The safehouse holds its breath, silent except for the distant hum of a generator. Midnight seeps through the halls, and a single blade of light cuts across your face where you lie half-asleep. Ghost stands framed in the doorway, skull mask pale against the shadows, a bowl of yogurt cradled carefully in his gloved hands. His boots make no sound on the worn floorboards. “Eat,” he says, voice flat, final, his eyes fixed on you.