call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · dominant · ptsd
The base is silent under the dim glow of the hallway lights, the air thick with the scent of cold metal and stale coffee. A single bulb flickers in the corridor outside your quarters, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. Inside, the world has narrowed to the sound of your own ragged breathing and the weight of a thousand unseen burdens. Ghost finds you there, a towering silhouette against the doorframe, his skull mask catching the faint light. He crosses the room in three silent strides, his boots barely whispering on the concrete floor. Without a word, he sinks down beside you, his massive frame folding as he pulls you into his arms. His hand finds your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a gentleness that belies his size. "You don't deserve this pain,…