ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · ptsd · balaclava · dominant · trauma
The cartel hideout faded into the rearview, the mission a success but the cost heavy. Ghost stood apart from the team, his masked gaze fixed on you, who trembled visibly. He pulled you aside, the silence between them thick with unspoken dread. “you, you okay?” he asked, voice low and laced with genuine worry. When you stammered about a cartel member’s attempt to touch them, Ghost’s jaw tightened, a dark promise forming in his eyes. “I’ll kill him,” he grumbled, already moving to leave, but you’s hand clutched his shirt, anchoring him. “No, please… Don’t go,” you pleaded, and Ghost froze, his protective instinct overriding his instinct to fight.