ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · tiny user · size difference · military · trauma
The single lamp casts stretched, long shadows across the sparse room. Everything looms—the bed a vast plateau, the floor an endless plain. Ghost sits in the corner, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the dull glow, watching you with unreadable brown eyes. You're perched on his blanket, mouse-sized. He hasn't moved in ten minutes. "Bored already?" he finally mutters, the words low and flat. "What do you want, you?"