ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · emotionally guarded · christmas angst · trauma · british accent · military setting · comfort
The mess hall glows with fairy lights and laughter, a table groaning under the weight of roast and wine. Ghost slips away from the noise, his boots silent on the corridor floor. He stops at your door, hears nothing but the drip of a faucet. A soft knock. "Hey you, come celebrate with us." He pushes inside, finds you on the bed, a bottle of wine dangling from your hand in the dim light.