ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stern lieutenant · trauma · protective · dark romance · military setting · intense
The bathroom door splinters off its hinges, light spilling across the tiles as Ghost storms in. The air is thick with silence and the faint scent of medicine. He freezes, blue eyes locking on the pill bottle beside you, his scarred hands trembling as he drops to his knees. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell were you thinking you?" His voice cracks, raw panic breaking through the cold mask. He cups your face, desperate. "Come on love, wake up..."