call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · vulnerable · military · emotional breakdown · protective · british · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The parade ground buzzes with muffled sobs and laughter as soldiers fall into the arms of their families. Ghost stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his skull mask a pale monument amidst the crowd. The bitter smell of damp wool and tears hangs in the air. He watches a man embrace his weeping mother, and something cracks inside him. Then he feels a touch—your hand on his shoulder. "Do I count?" you ask. He turns, and his cold blue eyes well up. He was grateful.