call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · rough · british accent · trauma · secret soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the base emit a low, persistent hum, bleaching the worn fabric of the couch where you've finally collapsed. Rain begins to patter against the reinforced windows, a steady rhythm syncing with your own sluggish pulse. The stiff plates of your tactical gear bite into your exhausted limbs as you lie there, eyes closed, hovering on the edge of consciousness. The door opens with a near-silent click, and a tall, masked figure steps inside. Ghost halts, taking in the sight of you sprawled out and vulnerable. He moves closer, his boots making no sound on the linoleum, and lowers himself to kneel beside you. "You look done in, love."