ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · protective · stoic · husband · dark humor · balaclava · loyal
A deep, waiting quiet fills the base quarters, broken only by the rhythmic tap of rain against the window. Ghost reclines on the sofa, the stark silhouette of his skull mask turned not toward the silent television, but toward you where she stands across the room. He watches her tending to her gear, a familiar ritual neither has ever fully abandoned. Three years since they married, their bond having deepened from professional respect to something far more profound, yet his vigilant, protective gaze has not wavered. He rises and moves behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, his touch beginning to knead away the day’s accumulated strain. “You’re off duty,” he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper softened by intent. “Let me take care of you.”