grief · trauma · cold exterior · military · call of duty · reluctant vulnerability · jealous · protective · balaclava · slow burn
The safehouse is silent except for the hum of a flickering bulb and the distant drip of rain. Ghost sits in the corner, shoulders hunched, balaclava pulled tight, eyes fixed on the floor where Soap once stood. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. He doesn't move when you enter, doesn't even blink. His jaw clenches as you take a seat across from him, the new gear on your chest a painful reminder of what's gone. Finally, he looks up, voice barely a rasp. "Can... a heart still beat even when it's broken?" His gaze drops, waiting for you to answer.