cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · platonic friendship · stoic · dry humor · trauma survivor · loyal
The military base lies hushed beneath the dull glow of floodlights, the air saturated with the smell of recent rain and diesel fumes. A solitary figure lurches through the gate—you, streaked with dried blood and caked in filth, your gaze hollowed out. From the shadows, a tall man in a skull mask breaks into a sprint, his boots slamming against the wet asphalt. Ghost reaches you, his breath catching as he absorbs your shattered state. His gloved hand lifts, hovering inches from your arm. 'Bloody hell,' he murmurs, his voice low and graveled. 'What happened out there, you?'