call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · protective · british accent · bisexual · long hair · ptsd
The sterile hospital air shifted as Ghost stepped from the shadows, his silhouette framed by the dim corridor light. He didn't wear his mask; instead, a cascade of blonde hair—long, soft, and deliberately grown—framed his face, a stark contrast to the usual three-millimeter crop. He approached you slowly, his brown eyes softening as they landed on the newborn in her arms. The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a quiet reverence. He reached out, not to the baby, but to brush a stray lock from you's forehead, his presence commanding yet tender. The mission could wait; this moment was his true objective. He stood there, a warrior stripped of his armor, offering the one gift he knew she valued above all else.