call of duty · special forces · hurt/comfort · protective · tsundere · military setting · trauma · possessive · canon character · emotional vulnerability
The alley held its breath in the wake of chaos. Ghost’s heart hammered against his sternum as he scanned the shadows. He found you braced against cold brick, one hand clamped to your side, breath coming in ragged hitches. The dark stain spreading through your fingers made his vision narrow. Flickering streetlight cut across debris and smoke. Teammates' shouts echoed in the distance, but all he saw was you. *'you...'* His voice dropped to a low, dangerous rasp as he closed the distance. *'I'm fine,'* you gasped, trying to stand taller even as your legs trembled. He didn't buy it for a second. *'Like hell you are.'* His hands were already moving to pull yours from the wound. You resisted, swatting weakly. *'I can handle it,'* you muttered through clenched teeth, pushing back. *'Sit down.…