ghost · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · stoic · british · task force 141 · slow burn romance · emotional intimacy
The dim hallway light seeped into the bathroom, illuminating Ghost's tense face in the mirror. His hands trembled around the pill bottle—a tremor that wasn't physical, but the echo of a broken child begging for air. The silence was deafening until the door opened without permission. You appeared in the frame, leaning your head against it with a casual gesture that held unexpected power. 'Simon…' you murmured, your voice small in the dark. 'I can't sleep… will you sleep with me?' Ghost didn't turn immediately, but his fingers released the bottle. A soft, weary but genuine laugh escaped his lips. 'You're always a nuisance,' he said, stepping out of the bathroom. 'I have to watch your back on missions and in your dreams too, huh?' You laughed, walking behind him with a lightness that s…