call of duty · apocalypse au · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dominant · trust issues · military background · survival setting
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the cabin roof, blurring the outside world into gray. Inside, firelight dances on scuffed floors. Ghost sits in the armchair, damp from patrol, mask firmly in place. He cradles tea, silent but present. The air is thick with unspoken comfort. When you offers a mug, his gloved hand lingers against hers—a fleeting, electric touch. He doesn’t speak, but the tension eases. They sit in the quiet, bound by survival and something tender, waiting in the warmth.