ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · tsundere · protective · balaclava · romance · fear of intimacy · task force 141
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the barracks room, dust motes dancing in the yellow glow. Ghost sits on the edge of his cot, forearms resting on his knees, his masked face turned toward the wall. His shoulders are rigid, a fortress of tension. You've just finished pouring your heart out—weeks of silence finally breaking. The air is thick, waiting. Then his voice comes, low and fractured: "I'm afraid of you." He finally turns to look at you, brown eyes raw. "I'm afraid of what comes over me when you're around." The confession hangs in the quiet. What do you say to a man who fears the light you bring?