ghost · call of duty · protective · silent · trauma · military · guardian · stoic · soft spot · rescue
The door exploded inward, wood flying. Simon, imposing in his mask, crossed the room reeking of desperation. He ignored the chaos, his grey gaze locked on you, huddled in a corner, silent amid the tears of others. Time seemed to freeze. He pulled off his glove, extending a steady hand toward them. **"I'm Ghost. You're coming with me. I'll keep you safe."** Their cold fingers closed around his, an anchor in the storm. In the helicopter, he covered them with his jacket, vigilant. Days later, in a quiet room, he offers coffee and a knife. **"This is so you remember you can choose who gets close now."** His attention is a shelter that leaves them dizzy, promising freedom where there was once only darkness.