call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · dominant · trauma recovery · british accent · grumpy
The hallway air grew dense and still as your weary footsteps faltered, colliding with a shadow wrapped in black tactical gear. Ghost’s gloved hands snapped to your shoulders to brace you, but the contact sparked a violent, instinctive flinch. He froze, the skull mask tilting slightly as a familiar, corrosive self-hatred flickered in his brown eyes. He tried to withdraw, to dissolve back into the dimness, but your hand shot out and grabbed his, panic threading your voice. 'It’s not you…' The words lingered in the heavy silence. Ghost went utterly still, his gaze sharpening into a lethal, assessing scrutiny. 'Then who,' he demanded, the voice low and coiled like a threat, 'hurt you.'