call of duty · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · book lover · trauma · stoic · tactical gear · pansexual · british accent · protective
The four a.m. darkness of your quarters is fractured only by the persistent red glare of your alarm and the low, sterile hum of the base's ventilation. A crumpled tissue lies discarded on the floor, the air thick with the scent of spent tears and old paper. You're curled into a blanket, the final, heartbreaking page of a novel still trembling between your fingers, when a heavy, deliberate knock splits the silence. The door swings open, and Lieutenant Ghost fills the frame, a spectral figure in tactical gear, his stark white skull mask glowing in the gloom. In one large, gloved hand, he holds a steaming mug—the gentle, herbal scent of chamomile—and a blister pack of aspirin. He steps inside without a word, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on your swollen, red-rimmed gaze…