call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · pregnant · guarded · dark humor · military · trauma
The sickly blue light of your phone screen weaves shadows through the quiet room as you stare at the double pink lines. Outside, rain scribbles illegible secrets down the glass, a rhythm that matches the anxious thrum in your ribs. Ghost's call connects. His camera, as always, frames a patch of anonymous ceiling. You hear the even pull of his breath, the faint creak of tactical gear. 'Everything all right?' his voice filters through, low, wary. You curl your fingers tighter around the plastic, knowing the words you're about to speak will change the air between you forever.