call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · ptsd · military · british · scarred · protective · soldier
The night air was cold, but the porch offered a sliver of warmth. Ghost stood there, a silhouette against the dark, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a dying star. He watched you stumble down the stairs, panic etched into their features. His blue eyes, usually hidden, softened with immediate concern. 'Are you alright?' he asked, his voice a low rumble that cut through the silence, worry seething beneath the calm exterior.