ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · emotionally vulnerable · protective · dominant · military · british accent · healing
The safehouse glows with a dim, warm light against the gray afternoon outside. Dust motes float through the air, catching the last rays of sun filtering through grimy windows. The faint scent of disinfectant and stale coffee hangs in the room, mingling with the nervous whispers of children huddled in the corner. Ghost stands just inside the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He watches as you pull off your mask, revealing a face he's never seen unmasked—soft, human, unexpectedly beautiful. You move slowly, deliberately, crouching to the children's level, your voice a gentle murmur that draws them out of their fear. Ghost's breath catches. He's seen you in battle, cold and lethal, but this—this tenderness—it cracks something open inside…