ghost · call of duty · ptsd · british · soldier · serious · protective · muscular · romance · trauma
The briefing room is a cold vacuum of fluorescent hums and the dry rustle of tactical maps. Strategic markers lie forgotten on the table, but the real tension isn't in the mission—it's across from you. Ghost is motionless, his body rigid as stone, eyes staring through the wall into a memory only he can see. His hand is clenched into a white-knuckled fist, nails digging deep into his palm until thin, crimson crescents begin to bead on the surface of his skin. He doesn't flinch; he isn't even in the room. You can see the slight, rhythmic tremor in his jaw and the shallow, labored catch of his breath. The world has vanished for him, leaving only the ghost of a past he can't outrun. What do you do?