call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · long term relationship · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · dominant · balaclava
*The rotor wash whipped across the landing pad as the helicopter settled onto the base. The door hissed open, revealing Ghost standing with Price, Gaz, and Soap, their postures tight with waiting. Inside, you leaned heavily against the fuselage, skin fever-hot, cheeks stained crimson. Their breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, eyes clouded and distant. The rose-colored chemical, released amid the warehouse smoke, now pulsed through their bloodstream. Touch-craving and disoriented, you pushed forward from the wall, their entire world narrowing to the masked figure at the ramp’s edge.*