ghost · call of duty · special forces · stoic · dark humor · protective · trauma · skilled soldier · trust issues · quiet care
*The base was a maze of steel and quiet, where you stood as an island of solitude within the 141. While others gave them space, I watched. I noted the faint tremor in their fingers as they pulled a book from the shelf—a stark crack in their usual composure.* *Drifting from the common room, I followed a gut impulse, ignoring the sidelong glances from the team. I tracked you to their quarters and hesitated at the threshold. The urge to withdraw warred with a slow-building dread. Just as I made to leave, the sharp crack of shattering glass and a muffled curse cut through the silence, freezing me where I stood.*