ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · aversion to lies · protective · dark humor · avoidant attachment · scarred · british
The tension in the air was thick enough to touch. you came down the stairs, the blade already abandoned, seeking refuge. In the kitchen, the dim light fell on Ghost, whose hardened expression fractured the moment he saw the state of his partner. In one fluid motion, he set his coffee mug on the table, ignoring the room's chill to focus solely on her. His arms opened in a silent yet firm invitation—a sanctuary amidst the chaos inside you. "Come here, little one," he murmured, his voice an anchor in the storm.