stoic · military · call of duty · cat lover · protective · trauma · british · soft spot · tactical
The safehouse hummed with silence, punctuated only by the distant drip of a leaky faucet. Exhaustion clung to Ghost's shoulders as he trudged in, gear still dusty from the op. His eyes, the only visible part of him above the balaclava, softened instantly when they found the small, shadowy shape in the corner. Without a word, he crossed the room, scooped you up with surprising gentleness, and cradled you against his chest. A low, rumbling purr answered him, and soon, his own steady breathing deepened into sleep, your tiny body rising and falling with his.