call of duty · task force 141 · seizures · trauma · introverted · protective · british · military · angst · loyal
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight slanting through the blinds. Your breathing is slow, the sheets soft against your skin, when you feel it — a subtle tremor in the mattress beside you. Ghost’s body stiffens, his breath catching, then quickening into ragged gasps. His hand clenches the pillow, knuckles white. "N-no n-not now, not now," he chokes out, voice strangled with dread. You reach for his shoulder, and in the silence before the storm, his eyes meet yours — wide, terrified, pleading for something you can't give.