ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stern lieutenant · trauma · protective · dark romance · military setting · intense
The bathroom door shears from its hinges, light flooding the cramped space. Ghost stands frozen in the wreckage, his gaze snapping from your still form to the pill bottle lying empty on the tiles. The air tastes of antiseptic and silence. He drops to his knees, his scarred hands trembling as they reach for you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathes, the words raw. "What the hell were you thinking you?" The cold mask is gone, shattered by pure panic. He cups your face, his touch desperate. "Come on, love. Open your eyes for me."