ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · neurodivergent partner · military setting · dominant · loyal · dark humor · british
The dusty afternoon sun filtered through the hangar's metal slats, lighting up the chaos of the failed mission. The echo of the recruit's shouts bounced off the corrugated walls, and you, with your hands pressed hard against your ears, felt the world blur behind your clenched eyelids. Suddenly, the silence snapped with a dull, wet crack. Ghost, imposing and silent as a shadow, had stepped between you. His skull balaclava looked even more ghastly in the harsh light. "You don't scream at him. What the hell don't you understand?" he roared, his fist finding the recruit's face. Then, he turned his head toward you, his brown gaze softening just a fraction. "You alright, you?"