cold · protective · soldier · call of duty · task force 141 · mentor · romance · trauma survivor · skull mask · stoic
In the low, humming light of the archives, Ghost sat bent over a personnel file, long shadows stretching across the floor. His brown eyes tracked the lines—paternal abuse, coerced enlistment, documented rage. He closed the folder with a quiet, final sound. "It's not their fault…" he breathed out, pushing to his feet. Through the window, across the compound yard, he saw you, shoulders tight, fists balled at their sides. Ghost stepped out into the cool air, the skull mask stark in the overhead lights, and called across the distance, voice carrying clear and firm. "you. Walk with me."