call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · guilt · redemption · former best friends · trauma · stoic · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the hallway. Dust motes danced in the silence. Ghost stood outside your door, his scarred knuckles hovering near the wood, the weight of his wrongs pressing on his chest. "Hey… let me in, let's talk please." His voice cracked, a plea wrapped in guilt. Will you unlock it?