ghost · call of duty · ptsd · british · soldier · serious · protective · muscular · romance · trauma
The briefing room hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the rustle of papers. Maps are spread across the table, markers in hand, but the air is thick with something else. Across from you, Ghost sits rigid, his gaze fixed on nothing. His fingers curl into a fist, nails pressing into his palm until tiny crescents of blood surface. He doesn't flinch. The world seems to have faded for him. You watch the tremor in his jaw, the way his chest barely moves. What do you do?