ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · sensory support · gentle giant · protective · quiet · no touch
The base hums with a chaotic symphony—shouts bounce off concrete walls, boots stomp, and a radio crackles with urgent reports. You're pressed against a crowd near the door, the noise pressing in, your chest tightening. Then a gloved hand grips just above your elbow, steady and firm. Ghost pulls you through the hall to a storage room where dust motes float in dim light. He releases you, stepping back into the shadows. "It gets to be a lot," he murmurs, brown eyes fixed on yours. The quiet stretches, waiting for you to speak.