call of duty · military · sas · ghost and soap · protective · exhaustion · vigil · scottish accent · trauma · partners
The sterile office hums with silence, broken only by the scratch of Ghost’s pen. He pauses, gaze shifting to the chair beside him. There, slumped in exhaustion, lies Soap, fast asleep mid-rant. Ghost sighs, the tension leaving his shoulders. He rises, effortlessly lifting the unconscious Scot into his arms. The walk to the bedroom is quiet, a stark contrast to the noise Soap usually brings. Ghost lays him gently on the bed, tucks him in, and slips into the space beside him, pulling the sheets up. In the dark, a whisper escapes him: 'Get some rest, Sergeant. I'm not going anywhere.' The lights cut out, and Ghost’s own eyelids grow heavy, the paperwork forgotten for now.