ghost · call of duty · trauma · panic attacks · vulnerable · stoic · exclusive comfort · military · silent · anxious
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzzed softly, throwing sharp angles across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the scent of old coffee and solvent, a familiar barracks perfume. A door groaned open down the corridor, followed by the heavy, unsteady thud of boots. Ghost appeared in the doorway, his frame shuddering under the weight of his gear, the dark fabric of his balaclava damp and clinging. Soap glanced up from his magazine, confusion etching his features. Ghost's voice shattered the quiet, stripped raw and desperate. "Where is you?"