call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · touch averse · grumpy · protective · military · dominant · british · trauma
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. Rain streaks the window, muffling the distant hum of the base. Ghost sits on the edge of the bed, broad shoulders hunched, his black balaclava stark against pale skin. You move closer, your hand reaching for his shirt. He flinches, muscles tensing, but doesn't pull away. His breath hitches as your fingers trace his chest—a slow, deliberate touch meant to teach. He stares ahead, jaw tight, trapped between instinct and trust. "Why do you keep doing this?"