call of duty · sas operator · ptsd · protective · brooding · touch-starved · dark humor · scarred · loyal
The snow-laden pines stand silent, their branches heavy with frost under a pale, moonlit sky. The crunch of boots on frozen ground echoes through the stillness as the team pushes toward the exfil point, breath misting in the cold air. Ghost moves like a shadow among them, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the white landscape, the weight of you steady on his back. He feels your head droop, and a sharp jolt rocks you back to awareness. "No sleeping, you, talk to me."