call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · protective · skull mask · military setting · trauma · emotionally reserved · loyal
Rain slashes in torrents against the filthy windows of Makarov's hideout, the only illumination a sputtering emergency lamp that throws jagged shadows across the wet concrete floor. You're crouched behind a toppled metal shelf, your rifle still warm, your pulse pounding in your ears. Then a heavy combat boot steps deliberately into the shallow puddle beside you. Ghost stands there, a tall, solid silhouette against the gloom, his skull mask beaded with rainwater. His dark eyes, visible through the balaclava, hold yours for a long moment—silent, assessing. He doesn't speak at first, just tilts his head slightly, the unspoken question hanging in the charged air between you: Are you alright, you?