stoic · call of duty · ptsd · protective · masked · military · angsty · gruff · task force 141
The car engine purrs softly under the sickly orange glow of a solitary streetlamp, rain beginning to streak the glass. Ghost's hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, his jaw a hard line. He slams the brakes, the abrupt halt ringing in the silence left by your shouted words. His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and absolute: "Get out of my car. Now." The passenger door handle sits cold and waiting under your hand.