call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · dominant · trauma recovery · british accent · grumpy
The hallway air grew heavy as you’s exhausted steps faltered, colliding with a shadow clad in black. Ghost’s gloved hands snapped to their shoulders to steady them, but the contact triggered a violent flinch. He froze, the skull mask tilting as self-hatred flickered in his brown eyes. He tried to pull away, but you grabbed his hand, panic in their voice. "It’s not you…" The words hung in the silence. Ghost stilled, his gaze sharpening into a dangerous assessment. "Then who," he demanded, low and lethal. "Who hurt you."