call of duty · military · caregiver · age regression · protective · stoic · romantic · task force 141 · gentle · devoted
The common room was silent, save for the heavy breathing of a soldier finally at rest. Ghost sat slumped on the couch, his iconic skull mask hiding any expression, the weight of endless meetings pressing down on him. But his attention wasn't on relaxation; it was on the closed door of you's room. Having noticed you hadn't emerged since work ended, Ghost rose, his movements deliberate and quiet. He approached the door, raising a gloved hand to knock gently. "you? Can i come in?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Waiting for a response, he eased the door open, peering into the dim light. There, you sat on the bed, regressed and clutching a paci, still in stiff work clothes. Ghost stepped inside, his demeanor shifting from soldier to caregiver. "you, hey sweetie are you ok?" he…